Love is sweet.
So bitter, bitter sweet.
It can't be beat.
We look around.
Not anything found.
We'll never learn.
We've had our turn.
Love doesn't stop.
It's the slow ticking of a clock.
Before too long the batteries die.
The spark is gone.
The flame is out.
Please don't scream.
Please don't shout.
This is all a waste of air.
We don't deserve the mercy.
We don't deserve the love.
We don't need this food we eat.
We don't deserve the hope we get.
Love is a dove.
A dove is God.
Therefore, God is love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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