Simple.
when love is there
you know it…
there is no question
when it is there.
no doubt.
easy goes as
the
sun is yellow,
the sky is blue and
the breeze is warm.
there is no question of love.
there is nothing hard about it.
you know this
when you are old
and gray.
one young may wonder,
‘do they love me or love
me not’?
if that is the question
then
that will be a lonely love,
a heartbreaking love
a dish of
insecurity
served up
for one.
a lesson
to be
learned
well
for ones
own
advancement.
the pain
of which
I
remember
all
too
well.
