(Love Philosophy/Poem) Real Love

Real Love

 

Love is a thing hoped for, yet something that is so seldom found

Do we think love is a dozen red roses or a big box full of chocolates

Or, do we believe flirting eyes telling us it’s box’s filled with bling

How is it that we poor dumb men still do not understand such things

Money will only buy a person whom will wear your temporary ring

 

 

How could a real true loving heart be able to be bought like a thing

Rose petals die and fall away, their stems with brier’s do forever mar

The candies red box now empty, it’s your fault, the calories it did bring

Now she tells everyone how you caused, her lap to be upon her knees

If flirting eyes and soft lips tell you that diamonds are her best friend

Do yourself a solid, get up on your horse, ride away as quickly as you can

 

 

Son, love is the touch of her hand as she walks gently by in a room full of men

Love is the sweet smile she has in her eyes for you, not just lust between her thighs

Love is what I am now blessed to know, though it did take me a couple of tries

Love is when your ugly, fat and old, she still gives you the scepter, the TV remote control

My friend I pray that someday you will be blessed, where you to can have a love like I

(Love Poem) Love Is A State Of Mind

 

Love Is A State Of Mind

 

Love it is said is controlled by the heart

I believe such words are just a human metaphor

The heart controls the blood that goes to ones mind

It also controls the blood to a mans secondary brain

Yet, is it true that only women have a stone cold heart

 

When we’re in love why can we then act like such a fool

Yet, if in love will we truly protect to our last heart beat

Who would not give their life for that of spouse or child

Would a true man who is in love really ever strike his wife

Love, like hate takes up residence in the caverns of the mind

 

One does not fall out of love because their wife gained 20 pounds

Does our love depend on the size of an organ or of a bank account

Can love go to despising the ground on which your spouse stands

Love, like hate, faith and sex appeal are all in the canyons of our brain

When we say we’re in love, do we even have a clue what were talking about

(Philosophy Poem) Can We Really Trust Anyone These Day’s

 

Who do we trust; is there really anyone we would bet your breath of life on

I mean really deep down inside us, answering this question only to ourselves

Our life and our families lives on the line, is there a Soul devoted and true

In our lives, look at all of our living bloodline, would they all drop a dime

At our chosen place of holy worship, do we even really care what is the Truth

Is there any flesh in the building whose word to us is always golden, unbroken

 

 

Is there anyone in our lives that we can go to who won’t sell us out with a smile

I can only hope my friend that you are blessed like I, with loved ones by my side

Rocks fall upon us all, even our beloved spouse and children will fail us at times

Pray we have a warm blanket on the winter nights, to keep our bare toes inside

Can we even trust our own selves to use logic when our dreams talk at night

Where do we go at night in our minds as we wait for sleep to finally arrive

 

 

Is there anyone that we pray for before sleep over takes us and closes our eyes

If we have no family or friends that are trust worthy is that their fault or ours

I pray that we have all have at least one true friend in these days of our lives

I do hope that you are like I in that I have a sweet ball and chain, my bride

When life is full of pain, deceit and lies she is the rib that holds up my smile

I hope that you are like I in that you are blessed with true love before you die

 

 

(Love Philosophy/Poem) Real Love

Real Love

 

Love is a thing hoped for, yet something that is so seldom found

Do we think love is a dozen red roses or a big box full of chocolates

Or, do we believe flirting eyes telling us it’s box’s filled with bling

How is it that we poor dumb men still do not understand such things

Money will only buy a person whom will wear your temporary ring

 

 

How could a real true loving heart be able to be bought like a thing

Rose petals die and fall away, their stems with brier’s do forever mar

The candies red box now empty, it’s your fault, the calories it did bring

Now she tells everyone how you caused, her lap to be upon her knees

If flirting eyes and soft lips tell you that diamonds are her best friend

Do yourself a solid, get up on your horse, ride away as quickly as you can

 

 

Son, love is the touch of her hand as she walks gently by in a room full of men

Love is the sweet smile she has in her eyes for you, not just lust between her thighs

Love is what I am now blessed to know, though it did take me a couple of tries

Love is when your ugly, fat and old, she still gives you the scepter, the TV remote control

My friend I pray that someday you will be blessed, where you to can have a love like I

(Love Philosophy/Poem) Real Love

Real Love

 

Love is a thing hoped for, yet something that is so seldom found

Do we think love is a dozen red roses or a big red box of chocolates

Or, do we believe flirting eyes telling us it’s box’s filled with bling

How is it that we poor dumb men still do not understand such things

Money will only buy a person whom will wear your temporary ring

 

 

How could a real true loving heart be able to be bought like a thing

Rose petals die and fall away, their stems with brier’s do forever mar

The candies red box now empty,it’s your fault, the calories it did bring

Now she tells everyone how you caused, her lap to be upon her knees

If flirting eyes and soft lips tell you that diamonds are her best friend

Do yourself a solid, get up on your horse, ride away as quickly as you can

 

 

Son, love is the touch of her hand as she walks gently by in a room full of men

Love is the sweet smile she has in her eyes for you, not just lust between the thighs

Love is what I am now blessed to know, though it did take me a couple of tries

Love is when your ugly, fat and old, she still gives you the scepter, the TV remote control

My friend I pray that someday you will be blessed where you to can have a love like I