| | it was due yesterday & the topic was one i could not really do much with - or so i thought - maybe only because i've decided to draw far from it as i could - but nevertheless, i handed it in :
what does the world know of love?
All this world knows is pain and deceit.
Hate-driven actions concealed in kindness.
For selfish reasons, embracing blindness -
There's no way to tell the difference -
What's real and what's not?
What does the world know of love?
A childlike innocence,
untainted and forgiving,
unknown to the cruelty of a world basking in self-conceit.
What does the world know of love?
A world hurting from its own self-affliction,
turns to itself, and searches through its dark,
selfish motives, a way out of its own insecurities -
A mouth professing love to another,
yet with the same lips they harbour hate;
With contrasting actions that deny true affections -
and expect to be rewarded by a self-paved fate;
ignorantly ignoring the heavens that know their true hearts.
What does the world know of love?
Songs they write about this so-called emotion;
comparing it with the heights of the sky
with the depths of the ocean;
They sing it so convincingly -
their hearts so convicting of this wanting feeling;
thinking it's what their hurts need to have some healing-
so they work for this alleged charity,
plunging themselves in the impossible;
an endless cycle of fear and blame;
then their songs turn from that of pleasant anticipation -
but to one of frustration -
how could you be so cold as the winter wind?
what has been your part in this?
my head keeps spinning, welcome to heartbreak
and how could you be so heartless?
what does the world know of love?
they know of its image, the reflection of
its beauty, in their hearts -
familiar with the difference it can bring,
that warmth of a friend thats miles apart -
but does it know of Love?
that which is far from Traditional,
the True, Untainted Purity
of Love that is Unconditional -
that though with empty hope,
through fake sincerity of falsified affections -
there lies a shred of Truth that is the meaning of
Love -
that is of sacrifice -
wholly and unwanted-
but willing to give-
through the darkest of nights
yet this love still continues to live
through the enemies laughter,
it was me, He was after -
and so he took the lashes of humanity-
the world knows not of Love,
till they know of Its source, the maker of -
for it is not through our words that we speak
that our love is made manifest -
it is the actions, though difficult,
that shows our heart best -
the Real Love that the world needs
no man might be able to comprehend-
Greater love hath no man than this,
that He lay down his life for his friends.
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