What About Love?

What About Love?

What about love? - What about it?

Did I ever actually happened to love?

Am I capable of feeling compassion?

Or do I put it just on and pull it off?

Like a glove to touch things smoothly

Or just one to protect me from dirt

Like one to make me look finer

Or save me from being hurt?

Well, not really, because I've suffered a lot

If that's been some intention, it has failed

I struggled, I fought, I've been smeared

I messed up, I cried, and I derailed

But, do all these things really are about love?

Isn't love just perfect, just lovely, just good?

Isn't love the healing and the wonderful?

The miracle to be actually understood?

Isn't love something that lingers?

No matter what, nor how so?

A natural force, act of "God"

Always new even long ago

Isn't it that flame of the candle

That brings great light into the dark

That you take care of that painstakingly

The wishful walk hand in hand in the park

You are sweet. - You are forgiving.

You really want the best for me.

That sounds lovely, and great

Hopefully, it'll make me see

'Cause I don't ever want to be

The reverse effect, the final defeat

I want to be the rain for the rainbow

The cultivated fire to tender some heat

No more and no less, may it be love

Or any more illusion just to relive

It depends on the point of view

Still, it's light, to get and give

No matter if I ever loved

The next time will be the first

True when it allays such hunger

True when it quenches my thirst

True when it's not like it's been

As ever, on-again, off-again, and out

True when you make me laugh, yet again

When you make me, so do I make you, proud

What about love? - What about it?

Is an autistic person able to ever feel?

I say yes, just the ways of expression

Mis- state themselves as for real!

People think they know me, absolutely

But, how come when they don't understand

When sometimes even I myself can't find me

And, am all lost without a helping hand

What about love? - What about it?

I believe there is, there was, there will be

Don't know how, don't know when, or who

Yet it'll stem from and spring up out of me!

H.C. Thiesgen (Behrens)

Wednesday 26th July 2017

16:32 hrs. ( MET + )