What is love
But the absence of hate?
An echoing void
Into which we create
What is love
But a pardon of sin?
A feeble excuse
For those of our kin
What is love
Is it lust, is it more?
Does it kindle desire
Or highlight the flaw?
If only love
Could be simply defined
To set ourselves free
From it's coils that bind
If only love
Was always the same
No more second guessing
No more blame.
All rights reserved. Nom 10th December 2012.
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