This Thing Called Love

It's the thing they call love -
That will push you down the stairs of life,
Walk away without a care it seems,
Leave you to suffer in the dark.
It's the thing they call love -
That makes you get back up,
Brush off the dirt, clean the sores,
And follow them out the door,
Forgiving all the pain they caused.

Because you love them.

It's the thing they call love -
That will love another so great,
Shred the strings of your heart,
And force the tears to fall.
It's the thing they call love -
That makes you choke back the hurt,
Let the strings drag behind you,
And give a shoulder for their pain,
Striving to heal all their sorrow.

Because you love them.

It’s the thing they call love -
That will break your soul,
Cut you to the bone with words,
Never know all it’s caused.
It’s the thing they call love -
That makes you cover up the scars,
Write excuses for the tear stains,
And put a smile on your tired face,
Riding the storm day by day.

Because you love them.

It’s the thing they call love -
That will fall to its knees,
Beg you for forgiveness of your pain,
Finally tell you of its love for you.
It’s the thing they call love –
That makes you wipe away their tears,
Grasp their heart within your own,
And lets you forgive beyond limits,
Leaving you to forget about the past -
Focus on the present -
Wonder about the future.

Because you love them.