Show Me Poem by Monica Money

Love is weakness. It whispers. The minute you love, the minute you fall. If you love someone then it will tear and burn at your heart. For you will feel like a blackball that never gotten through the next level, even if you had given your all. Love will tear at your soul and shame you naked. Leave you bare and cold-hearted in a matter of seconds. Love will blacken the heart and leave you for the blame. which is such a shame. Love will ruin your mind. For you may think about them all the time. Love is weakness. It whispers again. But if love is weakness then show me what love really is? Show me the couples that are married. How they are so full and cheery. Show me how objects or items are loved. How can that be a weakness? Or better yet a shame? Show me how a person can be loved. Whether relative, a friend, or just a random pet on the street. Show me how parents are the symbol of weakness. How they love their child and spouse so endlessly. How they would die or suffer from the love they produce. Show me how love can be a weakness. When love is pure and altruistic. When love is not a weakness but rather a gift you receive from the heart. But if you say love is weakness then show me your heart.