I know not what the fuss is all about,
This affair of the heart sent from above,
Which the common folk care enough to shout,
About the pain caused in the face of love.
Byron, Shakespeare, Wordsworth and Keats say so,
In sonnets, plays and poems 'fair' and 'true',
Deemed as works of art showing the human woe,
But why this love of love, I haven't a clue.
When witnessing the cares of mankind here,
In confronting love and internal strife,
I find that it affects us all, I must leer
No more as it comes and goes through life.
It may be tough and cause much agony,
But love will be there and shall affect thee.
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