In a world of hate,
love holds a lesser fate,
most being afraid to state,
must less relate.
Love is sunshine to the soul,
whether or not one fits the mold.
Forced into a fix,
love my not mix.
Used as an expression of joy,
love makes the perfect decoy.

Not being fantasy in the heart,
makes love hard to be a part.
So many are hurt,
some put love below a step of dirt.
Fear in a four letter word of bliss,
so quite a few may abuse this.

Keeper of the gate,
opens to loves fate.
Trojan horses ride through,
never again will love fully renew.
The word flies with the birds,
runs the plains with the buffalo herds,
dies in hearts of death,
becomes boldly stealth.

 Love,

Extinct as the buffalo herd,
don't kill off the four letter word.
Use it,
don't,
abuse it!

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