Love.

Evolution of Love        Dec 2018

Young love is fire, its passion, its need.

Burning desire, its a kind of greed.

I want you. I need you. Will you be mine?

Bright sparks of adventure, romance and fun.

Loud cries of excitement as your on the run.

Its about the now, tomorrow’s too far.

Am I happy with you, as things now are?

Young love is a storm, its passion, its flame.

Longing and lust, with rewards, its a game.

Flying high, burning bright,

until the crash, one bitter night.

The end is anger, argument and hate,

or maybe cold silence,

to fix things, its too late.

Yet despair not, and listen.

Young love is not the only kind.

There is another you may find.

Deep and powerful as the sea.

It thinks about what good it can be.

I can live with out you, this I know to be true.

But together, we are better at all that we do.

This love is patient, this love is kind.

It is what we all need to find.