Whenever You Speak Of Love

© Duddi Mai 2007

Whenever you speak of love
Your spectators will picture a rose
The colour of red, a symbol, like a heart
Maybe even two people apart

Because what ever they picture
Will reflect their individual lives
And of what they might have to endure
Like the loss of a wife
Or the feeling of just not being sure

Whenever you speak of love
Your spectators might feel loss maybe hurt and grief
Or maybe thoughts of what they can’t even speak
Maybe happiness
Or the feeling of never finding what they seek

When I first heard of it, I fell instantly in love
In love with the thought of the most beautiful thing
Now please don’t wipe the tears off my chic
If nothing else, they’ll give me comfort and relief...