L O V E

By Sharon Wilhite

He loves me, he loves me not.

He loves me, he loves me not.

The petals on the daisy

One by one they slowly drop.

Is this love, or is it not?

Some say love is an ocean.

So vast and wide and free.

But what if a storm rages,

Cold waves wash right over me?

Then there is cute puppy love,

All warm and cozy and sweet.

But, then what if I grow up,

And my needs he cannot meet?

Oh, love is like a rainbow

With each color neon bright.

But what if rain clouds return

And obscure each hue from sight?

Sometimes love is like a rose,

Its perfume a fragrance rare.

But what if I grasp too tight,

And its thorns rip me and tear?

Maybe love is really blind,

Not a flaw before my eyes;

But what if my vision returns,

Revealing hidden faults and lies?

True love is always a choice,

Eyes wide open, focus clear,

Seeing the good, seeing the bad,

Drawing closer year after year.

He loves me, he loves me not.

He loves me, he loves me not.

The petals on the daisy

One by one they slowly drop.

I choose to love - time to stop.

This Valentine's Day CHOOSE to love!

"Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us, and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins. Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another." (I John 4:10, 11)