Appreciate a Love Worth Loving
In the mornings of the night when
the house creaks and she says,
I need you- there is a love worth
loving,
When all the lights go out and she
holds to your chest and she says,
I need you- there isnt a love more
worthy for a princed pauper than the
one you have,
For really all your wants cant be
summed up, cant be attributed to a
model of perfection in reality, but
she is still a love worth loving,
For in reality, imperfection can be
the icing of the cake of perfection,
where plastic has become a
plaugue and infection,
The gods of the populus have put
perfection to a veiw askewed by the
few of you whom dictate perfection,
But she who calls in the middle of a
class, in the middle of her social
gathering, in the midst of all her
imperfection and says i love you-
there is a love worth loving, and not
for the plastic,
But for the heart,
And as for all you midnight coffee
drinkers, you unappreciated english
scholars, you gentle souls, you who
the world spits out a profanity
towards, all you lost in a stormy
maze of contradictions and lies-
when you, when you rest your soul
to sleep tonight be aware that you
are looking at the skies,
You are looking at your own
unlimited possibility and capacity to
love and not for the plastic,
But for the heart,
The heart that beats to the tune of a
harp, angellic and soft and
whispers,
A love that is worth loving comes
from the heart.
- Trey Capello
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