Queen of My Soul Meaning of Life
A beacon of hope,
Is the meaning of life simply to exist?
She is and always will be,
Some people believe the first.
Life used to have no meaning,
Others believe that they have a destiny to
fulfil.
She means the world to me,
I choose to believe that there is a point to life.
She never told me no,
I know I am no philosopher,
Queen of my soul.
Given and Returned
Is love truly love if it is given but not returned?
I thought I knew what it felt like.
Maybe one day I will know the answer,
With a heart of gold.
The ultimate question,
Her inner beauty equals her outer,
The question that has been left unanswered,
Her presence would make the weakest man bold.
And perhaps the only question that has no
true answer.
Which I clung to with all my might.
Or is there some deeper meaning,
For to me, she was everything,
Maybe we live just to allow life to select
our path,
She is the most beautiful sight.
Or does each person live to fulfil a specific
destiny?
She was and always has been.
That life is merely meant to be lived,
I used to consider a lot of things beautiful,
To accept what happens,
But next to her, everything else is ugly and
mean.
And not bother trying to change anything.
Too late I realised that she is the meaning of
life.
That there life is incomplete unless they
follow it.
I love every moment near her,
But then, how do they know what their destiny
is?
When we talk, this world is no longer one of
strife.
How do they know if they are on the right
path.
And everything that it contains.
That the meaning of life is to find happiness,
And if she ever said the word,
Happiness and companionship,
I would gladly send it all up in flames.
And maybe even to help others find it?
She never told me yes.
And as yet I am still young and have little
experience in life.
Did she not realise, or take the easy way?
But I believe I am smart enough to have my
own opinions of this,
Or was it some kind of test?
And that maybe the meaning of life is different
for everyone.
Destroyer of my mind.
Betrayer of my heart.
Keeper of all.
I have seen people in love,
When the love is being returned.
But would it still be love if it didn’t go both ways?
To love someone when it was not returned.
But is it love if it does not come back to me?
I do not have the answer to that question, I wish I did.
I hope that one day the love will be returned.
But it is only a hope and not an answer,
For an answer, I think that my love will need to be returned.
There is one, someone whom I thought I loved.
But now, all I know is that I care about her deeply,
More than anything in the world, or even the universe.
I thought it was love, but it was not returned, so is it?
I only wish that my love was both Given and Returned,
I still feel the same about her,
But I no longer know what it is I feel.
I only know it is an emotion previously unknown to me.
She means the world to me, she is the most beautiful thing ever.
I live only to make her happy, only to see her beautiful smile.
Is this love or something else?
Is this love even if it is Given but not Returned?