Perverted love is all the “love” this world knows
the kind that says now or never
a demanding lust that craves for more and more
This is our world
This is our reality
Sucking the life out of every young man’s eye
stinging every woman deep within her heart
knowing that the “love” she hoped for
doesn’t really seem to exist
this is our world. This is my world. This is 2012.
Does the kind of love exist that we all grew up thinking “love” was?
the kind of love worth sacrifice
the kind of love worth everything
because 1+1 didn’t seem to equal one anymore
in this world at least
the odds just don’t seem to say it can work
“statistics” say it can’t happen
every 1 out of 2 marriages will end
100 percent begin with love
50 percent end with hate
or simply shattered hopes
does real love even exist?
does hope for this kind of love even exist?
the love of dying in the arms of the one your heart was made for
the love that is as strong as death
jealousy demanding as the grave
that many waters cannot quench
what is love? We ponder.
but the answer is right in front of us
right near to the touch of our fingers
GOD IS LOVE.
who is love?
not dashed hope
GOD IS LOVE.
some of these things people might find offensive to say
but the reality of our reality
is that love doesn’t seem to exist anymore
and some people. Like me.
ponder if it is possible.
and like you
wonder if it is possible. Real. Does it exist?
or like you, who continue to hope and never seeing
or you who gave your heart again and again only to see it returned in pieces
or you who placed every longing you have in a better world around you.
Real love does exist.
And it already belongs to you.
What if we don’t deserve love?
what we “deserve” is damnation.
we don’t deserve any kind of love
it is a gift. A priceless, precious gift.
Love is sacrifice.
That love is what makes the love our heart longs for.
That love makes us believe again.
But it begins within yourself.
but more importantly, it begins with knowing
you don’t have the ability within yourself.
that comes only from God.
But makes real love, true love.
Does real love exist?
Does the sun rise every morning?
I must believe.