Love. It can show



up on your doorstep,



seemingly unmistakable, but



later reveal ambiguity and
doubt. It can discover you one day,

convince you it’s pure, but leave
you in the dust the next. It can sneak
past your walls, even without your
permission, and force you to play in

its games. It can be deceiving, its face
picture perfect, though really it’s

only a clever disguise. It can be biased, not
even touch you; all because






your color, religion, or looks. It
can be greedy, use you for what you

can offer, though when your supply
dwindles, you no longer are worth

it. It can be just riches, the American
dream, they say a diamond’s


forever, so then why aren’t you with me?

It could just be a legend,






Walt Disney theme, fun to

watch, but not to believe. It can be very
demanding, “tough love”


they may call it, follow my rules or

you may regret it. It can



be hidden, disguised, sometimes
despised, demeaning




and depressing. Or It can be
true. Not one single






doubt, forever and
ever until death








shows us out.
So, have I









found true love, or has











false love












found












I?