Love is but a curious thing.
Not of exuberance, nor of plainness.
Love is not despair or complete happiness.
Love can be cruel and love can be kind.
Love can be small and love can be huge
It can burn so brightly,
But die so lightly
For what is love?
Love is but Life.
Hence our general misinterpretation
Of such.
It is the nature of humanity to know.
To have but an understanding,
A meaning to our chaos
And when two entities are equal;
One cannot be something the other
Is not.
I do not claim that I know love
I claim only that I don't
That I could not.
I know what love is not
But fool no one in the notion
That it is comprehensible,
For Love,
Is a curious thing.
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Poems or Essays...who can tell?
PoetryI may not be a poet but I have learned a few things in my few years on this planet... Mainly from the magic that is books.
