Real Love
Real love knows no other way, than to tell the truth, and straight,
However, real love knows — there’s a time to speak, a time to wait.
That there’s also a way — though for some — any way’s still too strong,
Hence why they continue to — willingly and foolishly — act wrong.
So many just aren’t thinking, and quite frankly, some don’t care,
It simply doesn’t suit them, to ponder on things they hear.
They would have to change their ways, set aside self, desires, plans,
Or, figuratively speaking, admit they’ve blood on their hands.
Truth has never been popular, nor those who dare to speak it,
It’s only flattery — things folk like to hear — that have been a hit.
Many can’t take, don’t want, won’t accept, what they should take on board,
Which is why their thinking, and their behaviour, remains flawed.
We all need to be challenged — we’ve all got it wrong somewhere,
Hence why we all should listen to, what others have to share.
Only a fool, ignores the wisdom that they should accept,
And sometime, somewhere, will realize, out to sea they’ve been swept.
Real love can’t stand idly by, it cares too much, knows otherwise,
And knows it has a duty, to caution, direct, advise.
It knows there’ll be consequences, for truth’s often despised,
And those who speak it — penalized, stigmatized, or ostracized.
But speak it, real love must, for real love, knows no other way,
Thus, despite impending threats, it will always truth convey.
Yes, real love has a backbone, that is solider than steel,
It puts its hand up, it stands alone, it bows to no one, it’s REAL.
Sadly though, such love is rare, has fallen victim to fear,
Has fallen victim to self — now, few are prepared to dare.
Hence why many now aren’t told, those things that they need to hear,
And why there’s more resistance to, truth, and the witness, that some bare.
