Love
Why do we say it
loosely with our lips
and those three
lightning words?
Why does it stand strongly
for so much
when it can easily fall
apart for so little?
Why should it have such power
over our heavy hearts
when we need strength
to keep it beating?
Why do the eyes tell
the open mind
that the flesh is
for the taking?
Why do we crown
such beauty with gold
when we wish
to claim it as our own?
Why keep asking
these questions
when we don’t know any other way
to call it “love”?
