with so many meanings,
each right
in its own way;
a fairy tale,
a dream that is,finally realized
along life's way,
To some it is the quiet,
knowledge there is someone,
always by their side,
someone to share and smile with.
Others see it
as simply existence,
for fear of something new,
or even worse,
as they sadly
know no other way...
A strange acceptance,
stemming from what was,
or a feeling of little value
to anyone even themselves...
To a special few,
love means anothers happiness,
regardless of its personal cost;
for hurting of another's soul
means they are forever truly lost....
We all dream dreams,
have hopes,
fantasies of what will be,
and all have felt,
our hearts shatter,
from life's cold reality....
For me,
love is a combination,
of all dreams dreamed,
of all things
I hope and feel...
and warm within me,
the knowledge true love is,
very real....
For what it comes down to,
is very simple,
in my mind....
there are loves you live with,
and love you cannot live without...
for me,
there is no other kind....
by Silk - (c)Copyright - Silkfire - 1999/2000