Love

My definition of love is often questioned
By situations and people and others not mentioned
There are so many forms that this one word takes
Are there many a types in this four letter baked?
The soldier who loves the country and dies in its name
The mother's love for a child that cures any pain
The lover's love for his beloved that hurts more than it heals
The child's love for the parent who is a hero in all that's real.
The sister's love for a brother that is sweeter than sugar or honey
The pet's love for his master that knows no greed or money
So many versions of this small word that holds
The entire world in awe of its many folds
I believe it is the same, in its core, in its ways
Whoever holds it in their heart is living it every day
Whether it's within a soldier's chest, or in the hands of the lover
In the arms of the mother, or the eyes of the brother
It brings the same sense of warmth
And a kind smile to the face
It makes the world, a beautiful place
It lifts one's spirits high enough
To make them win the scene
Whether on the battlefield or in the mothers dream
It gives you strength to be yourself
And do all that can be done
And that is all the love is
Many hearts, but the feeling's one.

The sea and me

I sit by the sea and hear it roar
An angry wave that begins to soar
Then as it falls in a pleasing splash
It is quietened like a flame that burns to ash
The appeasement is such a pleasing sound
As it gently recedes away from the ground
To rise again in a violent tone
 It hits and cuts into the hardest stone
And then as it recedes quietly into the sea
It cleans the sand of all its misery
The sea, the sand, the rocks tell a story
Of anger and strength and triumph and glory

Of strength to rise against the tide

And power and fury in every stride

Of determination to breakdown the hardest rock

An impossible mission, a challenge, a shock

And even though the water seems powerless as it splashes

Against the rock unmoved by the lashes

But slowly and gradually in eternal time

The impossible happens, unknown to mankind

And once where there were stones and rocks aplenty

There is only sand so smooth, so small, so dainty

And in the end it's peace that prevails
And happiness ever after at the end of every tale.