True Love
A phrase, an idea, barely a whisper and we're lost to its magnitude
A mystery throughout history, unknown because of social rules
History tells us it cannot be true, this idea of insanity and bliss
all mixed into a twisted reality which simply cannot be
But none the less we strive to reach and receive its effects
that it might drive us into earnest and sincere romance
madness that cannot be and never is in this broken land,
a better reason I cannot see in our world of darkened skies
What is this phase that haunts our minds and hearts so?
Let the record show its profound disturbance of all mankind
That is utterance brings men to their knees and tears to eyes
Like a bitter drink we suck it down and enjoy it as honey
Blissful poison in our veins it takes over and leaves us helpless
The desperate will deny this evidence and push forward
while the mindful pace and rack their minds on its meaning
True love, this phrase which we all hope for in our deepest place
is just another mystery, a journey that we all choose to face
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