So This is Love?

So this is love, or so they say. I can never tell the truest kiss from what a liar gives me yet I bask within romantic bliss. A trembled soul, and bleeding heart I’ve not a dime to give away but sell my life and bind it to another and there my love shall stay. Relationships, so far so few, and yet with care I’ve not been graced for love that most sing songs for has never in my reach been placed. Still I can dream and perhaps look for the love of simple words In friends, family, and the significant But not in acts with bees and birds. What would love be if not for tinder? Without benefits what makes a friend? Can family care as tensions rise? Why has good started to descend? I’d like to hope that others feel, and perhaps someone will feel the same so rather than use and mock me they’d open up without the shame. The world has cast out kindness and with that, the kinder ones that make mothers proud of daughters and fathers proud of sons. Should not we all be kind and care, and even those that we despise be treated with respect and affection or must it all be vulgar lies? I think that love is out there and that selfishness, this wicked phase, is nothing more than a road block keeping my story from turning the page. To be genuine and truthful, to be righteous, sweet, and kind, to not give in, or barter, but to have pure things on your mind. To be simple, caring, and noble, and to remove the sickened ways and pave a less blocked path to find others who guard their gaze. Perhaps I'll be so lucky, though not beginner's luck as before, to find a relationship worth having, to find someone else looking for more. When asked why they care so much, no motives will hide their pride. And when I ask what keeps them near there’ll be nothing they need to hide. When I ask them why they help me, when I ask about all they do their answer will be so perfect, “It’s all because I love you.”