Piccola Scimmia Poems
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A Concept Of Love
Frantically searching for the word, love.
Desperately wanting you to pronounce, the word love.
Forcing it into my own mind, the word love.
Convincing myself that it is true, the word love.
Why is it that we all talk about it, this word love?
Why is it that we all try to find it, this thing love?
Some elusive concept that must be,
Some kind of mind invention indeed.
The bird paces its cage impatiently,
Waiting for its keeper to come.
It waits patiently,
Until it hears the footsteps heeding on.
Until it sees the hand approaching the cage,
Opening its gate,
Reaching out for it.