Love

When will it come?
How can we tell?
It sometimes comes,
Even through hell.

You try to run,
Run away.
But you have to face it,
Right here, today.

Sometimes it hurts.
Sometimes it heals.
Sometimes we don't know,
How it's supposed to feel.

You try and try,
To make it work.
But deep down inside,
Your heart just hurts.

You think and think,
And think some more.
You think so hard,
Your heart turns sore.

The light bulb lights.
You soar like a dove.
You know this feeling.
This feeling is love.


By Corey Harrell