Love

What is love? A thing? A feeling? As a child it will be the obligation when you begin to want it, it will be selfish desire When you crave it, it will be to accomplish. Love becomes the object of the game the game of life. Love becomes your drive It becomes your everything Taking over your mind, body and soul At the look in his eye, you discover it the selfishness disapates the obligation becomes sincerly the need you adore the patience he has for you you adore how the more you scream The more he seems to stay... He'll never leave, only hold you and insure you Love is the reason he stays even when you dont deserve it you perceive this as a person but your eyes are in deceit This is the eternal God the one who cares about your heart not the mask you put on when you say ''this is me''