Questioning Love

Love... we all question it
We question if we are in it
If we believe it exists
And if we say it.. we question if we meant it
We use it to describe feelings for long time acquaintances with another
Or the feeling one has for sister or brother
Father or Mother
We start at a young age using this powerful term and it becomes habit as we grow old
Just tryin to put a face on feeling we cant begin to decode
Love is a mystery even I question it myself
Just because love is so many other things... just to define it we need help
So we watch the romantic movies and read the books with page after page drenched in passion and romance
Just to help aide our explanation of this emotional slow dance
Love can be tricky
And let hearts step beyond land
Just to fall in the wrong hands
Love can be so warm
And manipulate the soul into believing that you have found the ONE
Just to have your heart Harmed
Love can make you feel ways you never imagine to feel
Place your mind heart and body in and estate of faith in another that is almost surreal
It can make you cry laugh frown and grin
Send you to worlds end just to make some else happy and you'll go again and again
Because thats what love does... it reaches inside you
Hops on the back of your decision making and rides you to do things that you would never logically decide to..do
And it causes us shame pain and heartache
Friends always ask us well why do you love em then?
And our answer is I just do.
And thats it
The only answer we come up with, no further explanation no nothing
We just do.
This poem right here for all those who's hearts fell into the abyss
Who were lost in the midst of a well timed kiss
This is not just for the women this is also for the brothers
All of the Lovers who thought they were meant to be with another until the finally realized other
Im doing this for my past girlfriends who blame me for breaking they hearts
I dont even know where to start I guess we just drifted apart
But if i told you i love you meant it and every tear that im dropping on this keyboard as I spit this is authentic
I question love I question every kiss every hug I question all the downs and the ups I question every time i hear the word love I question my first love I question the best and the worst love I question false love I question true love... I question you love.
Dont show me no more mates
Show me my soul mate
Make me believe that there is such thing as someone being made for me
Im tired of the dating and these boogie ass relations
I want a revelation
Show me some compensation for all of my pain and my patience
Send me my angel
And if requests
Falls upon the ears of the deaf
And my tosses of love darts never hit their mark
On that females heart
Well until then....Love in my text will always be followed by a question mark (?)