What’s love got to do with it?

What’s love got to do with it?

What have these feeling got to give?

You say I am yours and you need me close

You call me sweetheart, in that deep, gravelly voice of yours

My heart melts and the feelings bubble inside of me

I am lost in the spring of emotions within me,

Pulled by the depths of your desire.

But the little voice whispers: is there room for you in his heart,

Or are you his toy to be played with?

 

What’s love got to do with us?

We say the nice things, the ‘right things’ but do we do them?

You tell me ‘I love you’ with that look in your eye

and I know what you really mean

It is a love that requires something of me,

to lay there and let you have your way.

I tell you I want it too but what I truly want is your heart.

That heart you have held away from me.

 

What’s love left to give?

I am tired of these cycles of pain and despair.

I am tired of the guilt and regret.

I thought you were the one, the one I needed

But you are only after one thing.

The thing that was never really yours.

I have tried to do things your way but I die a little inside.

Afraid to look into the mirror, into the girl I used to be.

I can no longer go on this way, dancing jigs in the midst of a raging fire

The time is far spent, years I will never reclaim.

And I know that something will have to give.

 

 

What is this love he brings?

New love has come my way

It is nothing like the love you gave me

He has asked nothing from me but to allow him love me

Will he turn to? Is this all a mirage, a plan to get me to him?

I ask him for the truth, for what all of this means

And he said this: I am loving you like God said I should;

Unconditional, sacrificial and true.

But who is this God and why has he sent a man to love me this way?

What is this love that I should accept it?

I leave him there, afraid of what he speaks.

Who is he to love me this way. A way even my mother has failed to do.

The murmurings in my heart tell me these words are too good to be true

But what will I do if this is real?

So, I do the one thing I can – I search for truth myself.

 

Where do I find love?

I searched the books, the myths and the stories of men.

The libraries became a place of solace and their workers became dear friends.

My search took me near and far:

To the homes, to the churches and to the places where the living left the dead.

And then the pieces began to fit. The jagged edges smoothened.

I was on to something, something that would change everything.

 

 

Where have you been all my life?

That was the question I asked him.

In my search for meaning, I found a person.

He told me he had been there from the very beginning,

Watching me, guarding me and loving me with an everlasting love

My heart is full, joy bubbling forth and tears flowing freely.

I know this was what I have longed for all my life.

To be truly known. To be truly loved. To be truly forgiven.

Yes, love has everything to do with it.