Love has it all

Why measure my love with the grief,

In my tears running down my cheeks?

There’s a lot left unknown,

That I have treasured within for years,

 

What meaning do we make, you and I?

When love has it all, all of it…

 

Why run out of words, when there is,

So much to say that a life-time won’t suffice?

Why cry as you disappear into thin air,

Life is destined for all that way, not otherwise!

Why not embrace life from a distance,

As we see days passing by?

 

What meaning do we make, you and I?

When love has it all, all of it…

 

Why reach the stars when heaven,

Is in the joy of a moment?

Only glance at the moon, before you know,

Life? It’s done, mate.

 

What meaning do we make, you and I?

When love has it all, all of it…

 

How am I to show my hearts ache?

How do I say it? Tell me, for love’s sake,

For I am in love with the merry gold in my garden,

With the sky that’s vast and blue,

With the melody of the rustling branches,

With my life, as real as true,

With the smile on every face,

That is as holy and as lovely as you!

 

Why? Am I not audible?

I am crying as loud as the silence of the night!

You may choose not to believe me,

But there is love, and love is more,

When the sky is dark outside

 

What meaning do we make, you and I?

When love has it all, all of it?

If love it is, then love be it!

                                                                                  ~ KS