the poet won me over.

And so that of what you have said
Of Love's lies and all that's been read

All knowledge knows is of limit
All's up to you if you wanna believe it

Blame love not for what scar she left
Blame love not for what you thought was theft
Turn the page over, go give it a try
See the story unfold, see it fly

In all of life's walks there's never the perfect road
Sometimes you're down, but that's no reason to fold

Hold your head high, c'mon and give it a try
But not of bitterness or pride
But that of acceptance and knowing you've tried

Love may hurt you in a thousand ways
Not intentional though, and not for play

All is good til you see the end
But it's not the end my dear,
I'll be standing where the road bends

So take my hand and walk with me
I'll show you that of Love...
Of what you didn't see...


- JP
June 14 2004