It’s All About Love - Poem by Persa Corbalokovic
That minute we’re born,
If there is no love to hold us,
Feed us, and put us asleep,
What sort of children
We shall develop into?
The moment we’re in school,
If there is no love to teach us,
To play with us, support us,
What sort of scholars
We shall ripen into?
The point when we’re enrolled
Anywhere, if there is no love
To guide us, enlighten us
What sort of experts
We can hope to grow to?
The day we start to work
If there’s no love to help us,
To show how, where, why,
What kind of colleagues
We are going to turn into?
The instant we pledge to fidelity,
If there’s no love to keep the fire
To lift us when we fall,
What sort of partners
We can expect to become?
It’s each second of life that counts.
Without edifying love, to lead us,
So that we can give and take,
Know when to spurn or accept,
Realize when to cry or forgive…
Without so many good emotions in
Every person opposite, each situation,
And positive deeds that love is,
We are lost, anywhere,
Lost without a lighthouse,
We’re lost with others,
Lost inside ourselves, so
Lost we cannot find the way,
To go forward or return.
It’s all about love, isn’t it?
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