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