LOVE IS
What You Want It to Be
THROUGH THE YEARS
AND TESTS OF TIME
THE BELLS CHIME
N THE REALISTS RHYME
OUR STRUGGLES
THWART OUR FROZEN DREAMS
IN YOUR OR MY OWN REALMS
OF LOVED AND LOVELESS
LONELY NIGHTS AND WILD
THE WISDOM OF CHILDS
WHEN RAIN AND PAIN
AND IRISH REIGN
AND POETS ARE PROPHETS
AND LOVELORN ARE FOUND
AND YOU FALL UPON THE MOSS STREWN GROUND
AND YOU PONDER THE LOST IT'S
AND CHERISH THE DAY
WHEN THE STATUS QUO IS OK
AND THERE'S REALLY PEACE INSTEAD OF WAR NOT JUST IN YOUR HEAD
IF YOU REMEMBER YOUR YIN YANG WAY
AND WHAT THE TEACHERS SAY
YOU MIGHT BE FINE
AS OAK AGED WINE






