True Love

I know not love as this world has taught, 

the thing that leaves so many heartbroken, and others distraught. 

I know not of it's lies and manipulations, 

and care not for the draw of it's many temptations. 

 

This is not love, at least not the right kind, 

though you've decided this takes love's place in your needy and lonely minds. 

Love does not demand, takes no more than it gives, 

never quick to remember, but prepared to forgive. 

 

You were meant for more than to simply be used, 

never think for a minute that you can stand for abuse. 

Call it what you will, this fake little game, 

but do not cal it love, for all it brings is pain. 

 

'How do I know what love is?', you may begin to ponder. 

I assure you, none of us are any less prone to wander. 

It's a trap that's enticing, this I understand, 

but we cannot allow it to have any command. 

 

True love does exist, but you're looking in the wrong place. 

Love is not flowers or kisses or chocolate or rings, 

no, love is my God, my savior, my king.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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