As Love Is Poem by eve Taylor

Whether a noun or a verb,

that's all it is.

So I watch and observe,

backstage,

behind curtains drawn,

with lights low,

I reside in their dim,

living within,

without any constraints,

to hide my eyes,

I don't see any saints,

all the patron's,

are all the same,

center stage,

playing parts,

bleeding hearts,

one of two's,

and two's of three's,

so sad how they think,

to make life a game,

that's why I learned,

plays are always sadly same,

everything to lose,

everything to gain.