Tuesday, July 15, 2014

What is Love?

Is it a word that's meant to come and go?
Should we write it patiently and slow?
Do the letters come flying by?
Or do you have to go looking under the Earth's wide sky?
Are the letters heavy from sorrow and grief?
Or light from hope, trust and belief?
Does the word knock on every door?
Or does it leave some people lying on the floor?
Does the meaning have to reverse
So we see when it's true?
Or is it really a curse
That leaves you, at the end, blue?
Should these four ledgers lead your way?
And if they do
Would they be engraved on stone?
Or will they shatter and leave you alone?

   -Hana H. Barakat

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