The Meaning Of Life

There is always a purpose

So never feel useless

No matter who you are

No matter what you do

You are always here for a reason

I'm not talking about

Saving the planet

Discovering a cure

Creating beauty

Your reason

Is love

With love

You can save someones heart

From the deep shallows of loneliness

With love

You can cure all ailments

You can stop the pain

With love

Nothing is ugly

With love

Everyone is beautiful

Me,

My purpose?

I write these poems.

In the vain hope

That you will one day read them.

Everything is you.

Therefore

I am nothing.

I will never stop hoping

For I would rather be alone

Than with someone and just coping

And my heart turned to stone

Better late, than never

It could take years to be true

But I would wait forever

Love, to be beautiful

With you