What Is Love

She said to me
    What do you call love
An aged old young man answered
    When I've seen you born
    And I know how you'll die
    I see the fantasies in your head
    I see the realities on your face
    I see the dreams you try to pretend
    Sometimes our life is a shame
    But we're no disgrace
    It's looking
        Not being afraid of what we are seeing
    It's listening
        Paying attention to what we are hearing
    Not hiding the reality
        Inside you and me
    Here we are
        So far away
        From where we want to be
    Keeping each other together

    Knowing ourselves
    Sharing each other
    This is love

    By:  Roger Harkness

 
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