Love is an explosion of color,
A rainbow of lightness and hope,
That without which nothing glows,
That without which nothing lives.
Love is a drink to the thirsty,
Relief to the tired and weak,
Peace to the war-weary soldier,
Peace to the world-weary servant.
Love is the greatest lost cause,
The one thing still good in this world,
The greatest of fights still worth fighting,
The greatest of battles still young.
Love is a voice and a song,
Sweet music of sadness and joy,
A glorious symphonic waltz,
A glorious anthem of woe.
Love is a dream half-remembered,
Faint pictures of what may come true,
The folly of hopes and ambitions,
The folly of betting on God.
Love is the truest of truths,
Love is the falsest of lies,
Love is what all men have and most lose,
Love is what no man must ever despise.
So, whatja think? Should I write more of this kind of heavier thing? I'm planning on posting some more of my poetry (mostly lighter stuff) in the coming weeks, so you can look forward (or not) to that. Farewell for now!
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