Love Is

What I didn’t want to see,

always seems to help me realize

the quiet fears remain inside,

whenever I think of that time.

Oh if could be revealed

the true nature of love,

it would be easy then

to lose our originality

in book and song,

in dance and theatre.

We would laugh ourselves

into a boring coma,

a lackluster performance

no need for romance.

Oh if only we knew love,

could shape the beauty of our soul.