True Love

True love is a feeling,

Which can not be described by mere words.

It encompasses emotions,

From all over the soul,

Hope, fear, hate,

And, of course, love most of all.

It holds you in its grasp,

And doesn’t let you go even if you want it to.

But it’s always when you enjoy it,

That love lets go,

And lets you fall to your doom,

To the depths of pain.

True love is when,

You would cross a thousand mountains,

If your love wanted you to,

And only if you could.

True love is when,

You would play with fire in your hands,

If your love wanted you to,

And only if you could.

True love is when,

You would gift the moon to your love,

If your love wanted you to,

And only if you could.

True love is when,

You would live an eternity without your love,

If your love wanted you to,

And only if you could.

True love is when,

You would spend forever and a day with your love,

If your love wanted you to,

And only if you could.

True love is when,

You sing lullabies from heaven,

If your love wanted you to,

And only if you could.

True love is when,

You hold your love in your arms,

If your love wanted you to,

And you know that you can.