Imagine A Thing Called Love

Loving is not a choice one is given, as to choose whom to love. The gift is that of love itself and the choice is to take such a chance.

One moment, one chance, and a lifetime could be yours. Whether one be a man or a woman, close your eyes. Now your open to see what truths can be seen.

Listen to your heart and soon the time will come. Your heart will join with another in loves song. This truth has reached your side for a reason, may you finally see.

If two are in love with the other, why can't their love just be. Passion is more than the physical touch or the look of a body's curve.

It's seeing into each others eyes and knowing that your found. Feeling as if your home, like your feet can't touch the ground. Crying even though your happy and laughing when your sad.

This gift is that of love and my choice I have made. I'm a man who loves a man in this very way. From this day on I choose him for our passion is quit strong. If you listen close you can hear our song.

(c) copyright 2006

"I dedicate this poem to the love I have yet to find."