Oh love, sweet love, how it once seemed,
The answer to all life's woes, gleamed,
But as I age and wiser grow,
My thoughts on love begin to slow.
For though it is a powerful force,
It cannot cure all pain, remorse
It cannot heal every shattered heart,
Or keep two lovers forever apart.
Love may ignite a fiery spark,
But it cannot save a sinking arc
It cannot fix what's been broken
Or turn words of hate into tokens.
It's not enough to simply feel,
To think that love can make us heal,
For in this world, so filled with strife,
Love alone cannot give us life.
And yet, my dear, do not despair,
For love still has its place up there,
In moments of joy and pure bliss,
Love is the sweetest, greatest kiss.
It's a companion on our journey,
A light in the dark, a sanctuary,
It's what makes us human, what makes us whole,
The beating of our heart, the depth of our soul.
So though love may not be all we need,
It's still a force we must concede,
For in its own imperfect way,
Love will be enough come what may.
Oh love, sweet love, how you have taught,
That though you are not all we sought,
Your beauty still shines through the rough,
And for that, we thank you, love is enough.
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