Why are we so obsessed by love?
Many poems concern qualities of love:
NEW LOVE, an epiphany of seeing life
in a way filled with novelty and bliss
for 2 weeks.
FOREVER LOVE, cemented and guaranteed to
last forever and make you happy
for 2 weeks.
LOST LOVE, filled with the hopelessness,
the angst of never finding another love so grand.
Well, maybe I will try loving again
in 2 weeks.
There is infinity to analyze concerning love.
But I suppose I must close this prose.
Good luck.
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