• By BluesBoy

Baby girl, this feeling has left me like a dove

Searching for the perfect partner, and build its nest

I’ve found you, and with you I want to build my nest

That we may last and cause new lives to be.

But if I say I love you, I’m sure that will be a lie

As what is my love compared to that amongst men

That thrives in deceit and from callousness draw its source

That the youths find peace in slaying their partners for their fetish money-chase.

The same love dwells among friends and betrayal is their signs and wonders.

How about couples who at first harmonise its envy-breeding tunes,

But separation is the best reckoning they in the end embrace.

I heard money cures love’s plight

But I’ve looked through the Gates and realize that love is a Goliath and even wealth is a weakling.

It seems love is the opposite of love,

Casting and binding; trapping hearts in some flipping snare,

But I want this feeling to last, and stretch till the end of life.

Guess this is me writing about love, or perhaps rewriting it.

I want to tell this feeling of pleasurable affection to you, Baby girl

And I hope, someday, to find that one word that best describes this feeling .