A Question to Love

A poem reflecting upon the perception of Love

Many, many questions do I ponder, 

 But one more than all makes me wonder. 

What is Love, and what is its due? 

And do many pay a fee for the few? 

If Love is free, and always finds a way, 

Why must lovers with endless tears for to pay? 

I know Love is not always kind, and Love is not free, 

Love taxes one's heart to collect a benevolent fee! 

Does Love measure its toll in tears of joy and of pain? 

If so, why does Love regard all tears as the same? 

I asked, "Love, why do you cause us such pain?" 

And I realized if it did, one loves but in vain.

 And Love from afar whispered so low and so true, 

"I am for the many, not just the few!"

 "Foolish man", chided Love, "I never cause pain." 

Now listen and I will explain. Tears are a currency, the human heart but the bank, And I come to all, regardless of rank. 

 I am a blessing. A gift from above! I conquer all! 

I am called Love!

Author's Note

This, like most of my works are drafts. Rough drafts, indeed. So bear this in mind. Thanks

Reviews

[LittleBigDreams]

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