Not love

If it wishes you more painful days
desires to see tears in your heart
while preaching of your sad day to come
you better know that it is not love

if it whispers you fading fate
to all ears that dream of your sinking days
and smiles happily when you fall and hit the ground
continuing to sing songs that mocks your steps
it ain't love at all

for love cherish the small things in you
and acknowledges the fair moves in your feet
while praying for your strength to rise
against the odds piling on you way

it wishes you wings to see you across
the trouble times and sad days
hoping the knight in you will rise a hero
in a brand new day to come
it wishes for a dance in your arms
and hopes of roses in your life
sweet gentle roses whose thorn no harm

love, oh love never wishes you bad.