If there is no love how can there be love lost?
It was said that you can buy love, but at what cost?
Maybe long endeavors through the slow pain and heartache, and all the stormy weather.
If so, would you think twice about the love you once thought was right?
When right turns left and your highs become your lows, and friends become foes.
When love becomes bold and your friend start hating on what you’ve got.
Telling you it is when it’s not.
Now you’ve got that flower.
She loves me, she loves me not.
Now you rush back to the agony that you feel when the love was off so if you don’t have love, it’s because you left it alone.
Remember love is never lost.
Love is just waiting on you to come home.
See all poetry for Christopher Nesmith #39109-037