A POEM CALLED LOVE

We think of four letter words
  as mean and dirty
But there is one that is beautiful,
  can even be flirty

It is love, which takes
  on many and various forms
It is the one we have for ourselves,
  though, that ought to be the norm

We often hear how people are
  crazy about it, just like a drug
But how many of us realize how
  shallow that is, like a grave dug

Before we can show others
  this power, this awesome joy
Seek it for ourselves foremost,
  then on others to employ

Look not to someone else,
  ask not it from them
It is all from within,
  it is where it all stems

 

A POEM CALLED LOVE
August 18, 2005
Thursday, 8:00 pm

Thomas Leto