Nothing Need Doing For Love

Nothing Need Doing for Love

Real love is the heart at play,
simple and warm as a summer day.
It's caring and wanting to share,
daring to leave one's soul bare.
Love should be a simple emotion.

So why does it cause commotion?
It often creates question and doubt
and arguing over what it's about.
It brings stress of real mystery
as it shapes personal history.

Do something or nothing at all
seem a pressure of love's call...
yet often nothing is required.
Oh, yes, imagination is fired,
and we all like life to expand.

But the stress I don't understand.

A heartfelt link is treasure.
It should always be pleasure,
to soul, and in real sensation.
It's goal... some fond elation.
And meaning hopeful, real caring.
True affection without demand is daring.
Simple love has courage but no goal.

But love has its toll.
Once past heart
there's great feeling
and we start
our lives to reeling.
A whirlwind
of strong affection
and we've sinned
against connection.

Better if we could... appreciate...
the meaning we should, not too late,
caring strongly... and not wrongly...
real love has no demands.
Heart has got no hands.
It gives and does not take.

Our needs we will forsake.

So my love and affection
is a dove of connection,
only flying to feel the sun
and not trying to get anything done.
It just is; my small part
knowing life through my heart.

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