Lawrence S. Pertillar (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

If not for love,
no love poems would have been written.
None of us would experience life,
without the act.
Some could and would,
argue about that.

And without the act of love...
how would our indifferences thrive?
If love was not kept wanted...
with a thirsting no one can overcome.
Or a driving purpose that keeps us alive.

Yet suspected to exist.
Hidden by fears it has been dismissed.
And so disguised by those who want some.
If not for love...
would any of this get to be done?