It is love we live for and love we die
for love makes this world what it will be.
The fruit does not fall far from the tree
circling the nest eaglets learn to fly.
Do things slowly and ask questions why.
Deep down no one really wants to be free.
It is love we live for and love we die
as love makes this world what it will be
A young man in love gives a harder try
to make his fantasy reality.
though I think love is chosen randomly.
We seek out lovers even when we’re spry.
It is love we live for, for love we die
For love makes the world what it will be.
In a list
A contest entry
- Love is.... by Shantalina.
1300 points, ended July 7, 29 entries
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Comments
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Such form but I wonder if a love poem speaks so much softer when it is free from constraints
This is so lovely but its what I expect from you now...sigh 
Love, C
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