Owen Osborne

Love is...

There are no words to describe it

There is no way to define it.

There are many ways to kill it

There are but few ways to revive it.

 

It is eternal.

In life

In death.

It holds the truth

But just as many lies.

 

Forever hiding

Forever attention seeking.

Always hurting

Always healing.

 

Everyone has it

Some use it

Few show it

Others exploit it; corrupt it.

 

Despite all that

Love is a gift.

Love is its own culture

Its own conscience.

Its own mystery

Its own adventure. 

Comments2

  • FineB

    Thank you Owen.

    Love such a powerful emotion. Love conquers all.

    Keep writing
    FineB

  • Fay Slimm.

    This picture of many faceted love which penned so well shows that your gift for expression will ask for no more than space on paper - - keep that ink flowing Owen.



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