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