TRUE LOVE

 

So many faces look past,

What is hidden in the glass,

Some never see through,

Of what the reality holds true.

 

Till we reach a crossroad,

And need someone to hold,

Our footprints mark our trials,

 By escaping reality, being in denial.

 

Aspirations should be self-owned,

Not influence by others well known,

Only you can decide what you need,

As only your footsteps should be to lead.

 

Why rely on the wrong sources?

The media, friends, and life forces,

Having expectations out of control,

Destroying your own future goals.

 

If only you existed on the Earth,

What would you chase to be worth?

Money and possessions wouldn’t exist,

But you would need only true love or a kiss.

 

People assume love is like a maze,

First with the honeymoon phase,

 Then you can’t stand the person,

Leaving them, making a diversion.

 

If that’s what you try and fulfill,

Then your taking a poison pill,

True love is patient, genuine and real,

Where both your hands are on the wheel.

 

Knowing the outcome that will steer,

As your hands are locked in a pair,

Making a wrong turn, doesn’t exist,

Since, you care for them and insist.

 

 

Speedbumps don’t slow you down,

As your heart gets stronger with a pound,

The tightness of the grip is beneficial,

Never losing target like a heat seeking missile.

 

Those faces then will come back,

And realize that you’ve been intact,

As they finally focus on their mistakes,

As, it will be too late to redo or make.

 

Until they come to a path,

And be alone as others will laugh,

With paper bills that won’t produce,

In their reality, they will only lose.

 

Their goals were borrowed,

As they have no good morals,

Running away to fill their greed,

As they turn and start to make a plead.

 

But they have no where to turn,

Begging, as they will start to burn,

Blaming others for their actions,

As only our two hands still have traction.

 

How can you find your true love?

Someone who you can’t get enough,

To hear them speak, smile, and to hold,

As you will never let them be sold.

 

Denise, I’ve seen so many faces,

But, you have been with me in all places,

The person who I see through,

My wheel and reality, who is true.

 

There is never a diversion covered,

As we belong with each other,

Through care, fear, tears, and years,

You steer, I steer.