Not Enough Sometimes - Poem by Ernest Makuakua
Life cant be perfect
Time can AFFECT
Love is the effect
its just not enough sometimes.
It only appears to be true love when you see them walk the streets
it only appears to be real when you see it in the movies
It only appears to be hard as you see it in real life
Change has to come from within
change cannot be done alone as you are a pair its like how its said the man is the head and so is the wife a neck.
the neck supports all the directions the head changes to.
We only live to achieve something if its not money its status
Who deserves to be happy and who deserves to be sad in a relationship?
Why do we even get married? for love is not enough sometimes.
Sometimes your best is not enough
your worst is not enough
your love sometimes is not enough
Sometimes we just tend to be confused species
yes we are man and woman.
we cannot suggest that simply because i enjoy doing this she or he will enjoy that too. and because you want things this way it will be like that for good.
We have seasons
even errors i wish there were erassors i guess it would be never ending mistakes we make we would erase.
if life had a manual we would probably all pass if there was direction and you had no choices now there is right and wrong we never choose who has to be and who doesnt have to be.
All you do is not enough not perfect that is why we have mistakes all the way
IF Love cant put food on a table
if love cant get me work
if love is not good by its self we say
if love cannot sustain a good life what will then if you say you need love?
whats the meaning of love
who need it who doesn't
why behave like someone doesnt need it
Men love your wife
and wives respect your husband the word says.
love is not enough we say so is respect enough?
I AM A MAN AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
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