The Seeker

What is love?
Or life?
Or the pain of losing much?
Is it like the rainbow?
God made as a promise.
Is it as vast as the oceans?
Strong and endless,
Deep and divine?
Does it still exist now?
With wars tearing lives,
Liek hungry lions feeding on its prey.
Love, can I feel it now?
Life, can I see it?
In the eyes of the lowly,
Or in the facets of a diamond.
In the moans of little angels,
Stark and defeaning.
Is it like flowing waters,
That can quench and satisfy?
Or is it as chaste?
Like?
What?
Like the brilliance of the morning sun.
Or its kaleidoscopic majesty as it sets.
Love...
Life...
Both as fiery as branding irons...
Which identifies us...
From the rest...
Because we can love...
And we're alive...
One should know that...
Let that truth not go to waste.
Cherish love.
Live life to the fullest.
Love!
Live!