If this is love
If this is love, what am I nervous of?
Is it my fear it will be one-sided no share, looking to me to be the loving care.
Is it that I am afraid of the power of love and what it can do.
I really don't want to be made a fool.
If this is love why do I feel so vulnerable?
Afraid to truly, really and truly give my all to someone else.
Or is it because I fear there'll be a day, when love will tell me to go away.
Yes some will say that true love never dies, but how can this be true love when worry is like mountain highs!
Others say love can't pretend, yet love is destroyed on a daily basis, so why then?
Is this me thinking about the lows before the highs,
That love can breeze in today, tomorrow the acid tears are cried
Well if this is true love then there's a lot to think about.
Ah. . .never mind, somehow, someway, I'll work it out!