You haven't lived until you've loved,
Completely, thus to fall,
Until you've sighed, until you've bluffed,
To risk your heart, your all...
To pour out poems by the score,
Hummed tunes to daydreams new,
To find out what you're living for,
When saying, 'I love you! '
Nor understood the strength to feel
Emotions that cut deep,
Because in truth, they're way too real,
In night dreams when you sleep...
It's only when love whispers thoughts,
Grants smiles beneath your eyes,
Completely puts you out-of-sorts,
That then you realise...
That love is all, with nothing else,
The only game to play,
The reason for those Wedding bells,
The reason hearts still pray...
And what's the reason God gave this?
That you might understand,
The moment of eternal bliss,
The day you hold His hand...
Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2013.
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