Porter's Creek

Love.
Love is a brand new thing to me --
something I've had for a long, long time.
Love is something I've plenty of
but do not keep as mine.
Love is such a happy thing;
it sometimes makes me cry.
Love gives me so much to live for --
yes, for love I'd die.
Love is a stepping stone to all of life's joys,
but it must not be walked upon.
Love often goes unrecognized
until the love is gone.
Love cannot be measured,
and yet, each day it grows.
Love is something that can't be explained,
yet something that every person knows.
Love is something I cannot touch,
and yet, to love I cling.
Love is such a paradox --
it's such a simple thing.