Love, An Anthology

“Love”

Did flowers bloom and birds sing?

Did you think of your first, or second teenage fling?

Did you think of the very first time he caught your eye?

Or did you think of the very last time he told you a lie?

Love is not for the living, you see.

Love is for the pain, and heartache to be.

 

“Love?”

We are all gods, you’ve heard this before.

But, what is it, that we are actually here for?

Is it for us to make babies, to pass down our family name?

Or is it all some universal game?

Are we here just because?

Or are we here, to truly love?

Love is not for the living, you see.

Love is for the mystery and paradoxes to be.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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