Lora Colon

(26 September 1944 / Missouri - United States)

I Call It Love

We forgive your indiscretions,
Me and the Lord above;
Some say that's just foolishness,
But I call it Love

I see a child of feeble strength,
Though others see a man;
Stumbling and falling along the way,
Always reaching for my hand

You spread your wings and try to fly,
But the current brings you back;
I'm always there to pick you up,
Providing the strength you lack

The laws of love are strange, indeed,
What am I thinking of?
Suffering heartache and despair,
Some say it's courage - I call it Love

And some say it's just foolishness,
And I'll leave when I've had enough;
But I know I'll always be here for you,
And I'll always call it Love!

Submitted: Sunday, August 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 13, 2013

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