Why love,
when you know,
that she will tear out your heart?
Why love,
when you know,
you will be heartbroken from the start?
Why love,
when you know,
it will be taken the next day?
Why love,
when you know,
your heart will be broken anyway?
Why love,
when you know,
that gratitude is rare?
Why love,
when you know,
that your friends are hardly there?
You have every rite,
to be mad.
Your heart was shattered,
when that was all that you had.
So why love?
We love because,
when we are at,
the end of our rope,
even if it,
is a little bit,
love always gives us hope.
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Author:
Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Love is not easy to find, and so often when one thinks that they have found it, their heart ends up being broken. Still, love is real, and one's heart is repairable. Rarely anyone in this world is willing to love because for many people - they cannot find a reason to love. Maybe (I don't know for sure) that is why this world is so full of hatred and such little hope. Those who have love should consider themselves extremely blessed. - But above all these things put on love, which is the bond of perfection. - Colossians 3:14 - And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love. - 1 Corinthians 13:13 - Persistence is key
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A fine write Forever.
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