
The Kelly Song Collective
Love Be Loved
Maybe love’s a siren. Maybe love’s a moan.
Love’s much deeper than the skin, and beauty’s in the bone.
Maybe love’s a statue. Maybe love’s a breath.
Love is born of syllables and sentenced unto death.
Maybe love’s a castle. Maybe love’s a shack.
Its door is always open. Its gate swings in the back.
Love be loved in the early morn.
And love be loved like a baby is born.
Maybe love’s a tower. Maybe love’s a ditch.
Love dies in the scratching. Love lives in the itch.
Maybe love’s a remedy. Maybe love’s a trick.
Lifts the living from the dead just to keep it sick.
Maybe love’s a melody. Maybe love’s a drone
longing in the intervals, belonging when it’s home.
Maybe love’s a wedding vow. Maybe love’s a lie.
Sheds its skin and wraps it ‘round the apple of its eye.
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© Audsongs 2014
