Love
Love can feel like lust, only more durable and sublime
The flip side of grief, a lot less trouble, mostly divine
Whenever this develops, a warmth envelops our spine
Without love, all human life would be callous by design
Sometimes love’s totally blind, yet the only thing we see
Comes unreciprocated too, when never meant to be
In the eye of the beholder, grown men fall to their knees
Deny ourselves its grip, we’ll never know true gravity
A blessing within a curse, on occasion breaking hearts
When loved ones expire, comes the horror of being apart
We still feel their presence, eerie phenomena may start
Grief wreaking havoc in the mind, not weakness on our part
Still love stays the course, from past generations to beyond
A thread so powerful, death itself fails to break its bond
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