Believer

Love is for believers.
It’s only for dream weavers.
It’s not for those afraid of letting go.
Though many will have feeling
It won’t be as revealing,
True love is something most will never know.

And those who do will show it,
That’s part of why we know it-
The drive to always give our love and care.
And mostly we will waste it
On those who barely taste it,
Consuming without knowing it is there.

We wonder why we’re trying,
When hope it seems is dying.
But love’s a seed we know in time will sprout.
For hope will keep on going,
A dream inside still glowing,
As faith is part of what love is about.

And soon enough I found you,
To wrap my love around you-
No difference in who gives and who receives.
At last our search has ended,
A hope that died ascended.
We finally found another who believes.

John H. Bidwell