What Is Love?

September 5, 2012
A playful game of hide and seek
The distant aim of shy and meek

A glowing warm light in a dark cold world
A risky venture, a stark bold scene

A lie masking promise
A tie lacking solace

Maybe divinity and salvation
Or debauchery and revelation

Soft understanding born one day
Raging misconception, torn the next
Something to mourn for all
But truly worn by few

The English language is too little
To bandage this word riddle

It can’t be in the word
It must live in heart
Or else a stranger

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