So through the ages
Poets ask
What is love in the end?
The wits and sages
Called to task
But none can comprehend
The mystery
That is this word
Which makes the world spin round
A history
Of love unheard
And seeking what’s not found
So though the years
The poets sigh
For love and love alone
But only tears
In tears we cry
Can love at last be
Shown
vERY kEWL 🙂