It's Love
God’s greatest gift, the devil said,
A work in progress, dubbed love,
From a baby’s bed, to a coffin’s dead,
Every pair of wings takes the traveler below or above.
Sometimes life seems to make sense,
Like getting lost somewhere is funny at first,
The dog is dense, the cat was granted a better defense,
Who knows you best can bring out your worst-
It’s love,
It’s love,
It’s love.
Time, and the unsung cloud,
Carry the sunnier moments away,
The seed of touch is loud, and kissing’s proud,
Just honey dripping dreams known as yesterday.
Maybe it’s the toils we take,
All the drag that pulls hearts apart,
The promises we make, and the mistakes that break,
If there’s a puzzle that ever deserved simpler parts-
It’s love,
It’s love,
It’s love.
Written Mark L. Berryann 2011 ©
"Time and the unsung cloud/ carry the sunnier moments away" and that final verse, with it's bittersweet refrain make this a bookmarked poem Mark. :) kath xxx
Very wise words about love and life, nice poem
Seems you know love so well...which of course lends to this truth you have written in beautiful verse. Drothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing
Reads a fair bit like a country song. Nicely penned.
really nice. great poem, enjoyed the read!
God's greatest gift to us is love. love your poem.
Never a truer word wrapped up in an admirably wrought song of a poem. I like those 'honey dripping dreams known as yesterday'.
Well thought through with a lot of clever lines. Nice one!