Love—for the blood to rush
Straight through your veins
For your head just to swirl
To be almost insane
For the joy to carry you up,
Up, up to the clouds
For the feeling you want to laugh
Or to cry right out loud
Love—for its sadness
Its temporary madness
For the merry-go-round
You are on.
For the secret delight
When your heart is in flight
When the love that you share
Seems too strong to bear
And the glow that you feel
Seems to great to be real
For the heady emotions
That sweep like a flood to the oceans.
Love—when the pain that you feel
At another’s small sorrows
Makes you want to take them away
For a hundred tomorrows.
All the wrenching, the tearing-
It certainly is wearing.
Love—How long can it last?
When will this feeling be past?
What did I do to deserve it?
And—for goodness sake—
How can I preserve LOVE
it?
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