“A Friend Of Love”

A friend of love,

Yes this is true,

I become more aware of it,

I hope you do too..

At first I would say,

I love, love itself,

But how can anyone say such a thing,

Without first being a friend of love first,

To recognize its own existence?

When I was a baby,

I was unconditionally loved,

It didn’t matter a thing,

I could crap my pants,

And there was an,

Oh, did you do a little poo-poo,

That’s so cute..

Yet the older I get,

The less of that kind of love I get,

That is from a some one else..

I was excepted and loved,

For simply being in existence,

And I never forgot that love,

What happened to every one else?

You see,

I got not a one thing against you,

But only this,

Whatever it is you got against me,

Is what I have against thee..

For I love, and admire you,

With a deep essence,

Believe this,

Have no guessing,

My gratitude of your living,

I do not take for granted,

You all are a lantern,

For my ether,

As well,

I hope it’s in a reverse for you,

That I’m a lantern too,

For I will not look up,

With the clasped hands to above,

For I am already,

A friend of love…

All Rights ® Ryan Brady O’Reilly

© 01/17/2002