when young women speak of love
it sounds more like lust
and the moments sound
so plush
But this is love's charade
because in time the truth is on parade
and what now makes hearts go pitter-patter
later doesn't matter
Life has a way of revealing truth
and often truth comes as pain
or sadness that rocks your very core
and makes all seem in vain
But truth marches on
pedal to the floor
long after your heart
Until you can't face it anymore
And then you know more
what is love
and what is lust
one lasts and one goes bust
Moments of passion
later go out of fashion
and what matters more
is love's soft and gentle way
Lust comes quickly
with the promise of love
and all is wonderful
kissed by a dove
But Love comes slower
or not at all
and when it does
forever you may fall
And nothing will likely every
be the same
and little masquarading gestures
will one day seem to you so lame
Love will show itself in the smallest of ways
and its memory will last for years
instead of days
and it will heal all your past sadness
What some call love
is not the same
because LOVE is more
than just a name
And if you ever find it
don't be in a rush
because real love is lasting
and not just a crush
Men often promise
with words and affection
and rarely feel them true
but sooner or later they do
And when a man truly understands
he says it with his determination
and with his hands
and with his kindness
You must have lost love
in order to find it
You'll know in time
that this is true
The test of love
is only time
which may age love
like the finest vintage wine
Should you find true love
for certain
It will last until
the final curtain
It's final act
will be its finest hour
and it's encore
will be it's lasting evermore
2008 © James T. Adair
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem