Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Pictures of love

Where and how do you see love?
Is it in the eye of the one you love?
Is it there as you chant for the team you love?
Is it seen in the beating of a heart?
Can you pick it up and throw it around?
Can you watch it from a distance?
Can you take a microscope and see inside it?
There are songs that are sung, words that are written
About this word, this metaphor, this slippery thing
That can’t be held down or hung on a hook
 So I’m scouring, looking under rocks and stones
Ripping up roots trying to discover just what it is
And what it does
And what it means.
For there are moments in life when love actually smacks us around the face
For love finds a way
So I picture this love in so many ways
It’s démodé in people that are great actors
But It’s not in the acting of love actually
But in the reality of a kind word said or deed that’s done
Or is it in the words of ‘I do’
Or a man that bled and died on a tree
A picture of love that’s held in a photo of something tangible, of something real
That’s not hidden or fake or fleeting like cake
There are pictures of love in many places with so many people
So take your eyes off the floor and look around
And see the pictures of love that are scattered around. 

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