Love is remarkable,
A magical force.
It can make you cry,
And scream yourself hoarse.
Or, on a much more positive note,
It can be a wondrous thing,
In which you find hope.
Love has this amazing quality about it, Some people can or can't live without it,
It can be productive,
providing a strong pillar of support.
Or it can be destructive,
Ripping and rending,
Because the Hurt seems unending.
To all those out there,
Who just can't seem to find it:
Don't worry, keep your chin up,
Someday you'll get it.
Keep searching and lurking,
Prying and probing.
Look for it high,
And look for it low.
Take your time,
Look for it slow.
And while you are looking,
Busy as a bee,
You will find that,
All of your searching and lurking,
Prying and probing,
Doesn't unearth this love,
For which you are looking.
But then you will get up and turn around,
And realize this is true,
