LOVE — Fact or fiction
What really is love?And are four letters even enoughto hold all this that is real to me.As it seems to me, love is a dream to beand do we love people for the who theycan be, or the who one chooses to bebecause what you fall in love with are the moments,moments which are golden. But what is stolenfrom the momentsis then given to the one chosento be the deceiver of one's mind,as life will in time squeeze rhyme which will waterthe eyes to find that all that was divinewas dependent on the memoriesand the capability of the mind.To realize that this was all designed to leaveprocreation behind.Yet bills are being signed to abort teenagers babyand say it's no longer a crime.and there is an answer, but leave itto the grand design, becausenot until the earth erupt to swallow man-kindthey will never know it lives, it feels, it breathes.