I have searched for most of my life for a love
Only to realize that it is not a love attainable
Nor a love possible

A love like in the movies, written upon a page
Acted by fools upon a stage

Love cannot be foretold to unfold within a small period of time
Love cannot be without reason or unrhymed by one mind
Yet love can be, just simply be

Years will pass and love will grow, the planted seed
The certain thing that must be tended
Never broken, ne’er need to be mended

Love must be true, a friend bearing fruit

Do not look upon the dead tree for blossom

Love is attainable within the confines of the world
Not written upon the parchment, nor acted upon a stage
Yet it exists, therefore so do we







-j.g.smith (07/01/09)