Love
Written by: James Krolik

What is love?
Is it a disease?
It strikes without warning,
and brings you to your knees.

It can be the best thing,
that you have ever felt.
So, why does it hurt so much,
when bad times have been dealt?

You can say that you care,
until your heart is bent.
Love can only be true,
if it's kept from going to end.

You can say that "You love me",
and I hope that it's always true.
My one and only worry is,
what is thought when it's said to you.

I really mean the words I say,
and I very, truly do.
And I know that there is a good reason,
that God brought me to you.

He must have had a purpose,
for us to care so much,
about each other's hearts,
and feeling that go untouched.

For me to always be with you,
I'll always have to show I care,
I try to do it all the time,
and then I do it in my prayers.

No matter what it takes,
and whatever I have to do,
from all the good times and the bad,
I am sure we'll make it through.

I am the doing the best I can,
to make God accept me too,
I know for sure that when we die,
I want to be next to you.

It really is so hard to keep,
good things together for long.
But if we work together,
I know we'll never go wrong.

I know that God knows something,
that he has not told you or I,
but I hope that he wants me,
to always be right by your side.

If that's the way he sees it,
I will not argue with that,
but if he takes me away from you,
I will pray he brings me back.

My heart is in the right place,
when I say this line to you,
I hope you'll mean the same to me,
when I say that "I love you".