What is this love
This love that has been talked about for thousands of years
This love that causes one to do horrible things
Lying, stealing, even killing
And then to do the most wonderful things
Hugging, kissing, marriage

What is this love
They say that it is in the air
Well I looked but could not find it
All I see are clouds and a few stars
Why is it this love so easy for others to find
But not me
Did I hurt it in some way
And now it has a vendetta against me
Well if that is the case here's my apologies

What is this love
That plays with my mind
That infiltrates my heart-taking over
Clouding my head with thoughts of Her
This love that leads me blinfolded down a dark road
Then abandons me
Leaving me struggling to find my way back to the surface

What is this love
And why do they dote upon it
It is not always a great and wonderful feeling
It is mostly like a rollercoaster
It takes you along for the ride of your life
It takes you to the highest highs
Then out of the blue drops you to the lowest, darkest depths

What is this love
That makes my knees shake
My hands tremble
My palms sweaty
My voice quaver
That makes me lay awake at night
That makes me sing
Laugh
Dance
Cry

What is this love
I can not answer you straightforwardly
It is something you must find on your on
You must allow it to take you by the hand
And take you to places you never imagined possible
But you must be wary also
It is like a double edged sword
It can hurt you too
You can't carry your heart on your sleeve
In fact you can't carry it with you at all
You must lock it away in a safe place
And give the key to no one
Until True Love finds you
And when that happens
You must tell me how it goes

All I Ever

by Josh Wilson


All I ever wanted
was to have a little piece
of you,
escape from these walls
and share a little peace
with you
bundle up all of my energy,
then scream to release with you.

sometimes i think I need you
And i find you on my skin (under)
So I open up and bleed you,
I agreed to this, I know, i never meant to mislead you
I was always good with words
But for some reason,
I couldn't read you

There's only so much that I can do with a pen,
Because the truth has to
come from within

The truth has to come from within
To write lies of your affection would be a sin
All I ever wanted was for you to let me in.