Love Poem by David Chishimba

LOVE
The things we do for the ones we love.
Love sometimes gives us reason.
Sometimes it takes away the same reason.
At times it makes us whole.
At times it breaks us.
Men do wonderful and unfathomable things because of it.
Again men do the most evil things because of it.
But yet we cling on to it.
Or hope for it at best.
Others have denied its true existence.
Others have gone so far as yielding to the thought of it being a divine gift.
But no one knows.
Its a mystery.
Its a mystery.