Love

Love seems to be a reoccurring theme

But I dare anyone – anyone to explain to me exactly what it means

Can it be touched, felt, smelt?

Does love have a taste – a face?

If so, what does love taste like

What color are its eyes

Brown, blue, green

If you screamed its name

At the top of your lungs

Would love come

Would it run

Does love have wings, residing amongst the clouds?

Or can it be found in the pages and fables

And if so in books, would I be wrong

To say that love, indeed, has its price

Does love dream

And if so, does it dream of you – maybe me

Wait….does love hate?

Yeah, does love hate?

Christian H

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