I Think It’s About Love

Groenland Kangamiut - Isle Cottage

I Think It's About Love
by Michael Romani

Sitting here thinking on and on
Wondering to myself about once upon
My soul gives it's own joyous shout
As I get to what it's all about

From a far away moment so long ago
The tidings of hope began their flow
Looking up into a starry, silent night
The Lord came to walk and set things right

This present Christmas Day finds many unmoved
Seemingly unaware of how so much is improved
Compared to yesterday, life is like heaven above
And I think it comes down this thing called love

Seems like only a short time ago, only yesterday
When so many were disposably pushed off and away
Times are a little kinder as we keep learning to see
That we might be different but on most we can agree

To paraphrase we are travelers of time and space
And it's just a little past due to come face to face
Locked arms together as we know we can do better
On this spaceship earth we must all come together

This present Christmas Day still finds many unmoved
Seemingly unaware of how much life is improved
Compared to yesterday, life is like heaven above
And I know it all comes down to this thing called love

The truth is known now that we don't have see to believe
The greatest magic is that of love; all else is to deceive
We only need to believe and then we will surely see
We can make this a better world, its up to you and to me

Some say Santa Claus is just another childhood legend
I ask for just when, when did believe in this magic end?
Father Christmas lives on in each of us every time we give
That may just be the secret for those who really want to live

This present Christmas Day offer presence to those unmoved
Seemingly unaware of how much all of our lives have improved
Compared to the pages of history, life is like heaven above
If you ask me what I think, I think its all about love

(c) December 25, 2017  Michael Romani
All Rights Reserved

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About alohapromisesforever

Writer, poet, musician, surfer, father of two princesses.
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