What is love?
Is love sweet?
Is it soft and light?
Could such a thing truly make you blind?
To truth, to life and honesty
And even love for your family
I fear and doubt the wonders of love
Yet . . .
I do look back
Many times . . .
In a bittersweet lacing there’s yearning
Bittersweet indeed . . .
This poem is about:
Me
Our world