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Poem: That which we call love
06 May 2014 at 08:58hrs | Views
Love can rise above the noise and addiction
To exist across time and in all seasons
Love is a creature with artificial limbs
But it works well with lion hearts
Simpleminded for convenience yet frighteningly intrepid
The public-spirited find a way to getting exploited
Under the excuse of perfervid affections
I suffer in love for my single-mindedness
Convincing myself each time
That to be perverse is to be a man
I have been moved to assume this barren life
Such an ugliness that is so unflattering
It is choking love, sweet death
Love has fooled a few sickful mortals
Dragging then in to bite them again
Love is a selfish daemon
A pompous self-accrediting daemon of an ulcerous swine fever
Now am coming around to this consciousness
In this life you hardly see the forlorn delight in the feebleness of love
To men it is heaven, heaven, and that alone
But i am just a boy and have always been with this my lousy life
I have a funny identity
The remains of a socially splintered personality
All the while detaching myself from the details
So love brings pestilence
A good excuse for some to be evil
Love justifies all, they say
Once again, welcome, welcome my love
Sit down close; this is the end time house.
Haa, love fouls this world!!
Source - Carlo-Marcel Dube
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