Love Tales Poem by issac roy

Love is what that all it takes,
But love is unconditional,
Mom loves her child, thou he pains from birth.

Dad loves as his life’s sacrificed for good,
He sees his dreams in him,
The dreams, the past the life he fought
Regardless gain or loss.
He keeps his ways and road ahead,
For his son may just follow his steps,

A lover loves her dear with all her heart,
That cross the spear and may tear apart.
He see his dreams in her eyes,
The dreams they share take a new path.

The warrior loves war or fight,
A priest his lord’s might.
A daredevil, his adventures.
For a man who works love his job or his pay indeed.

A friend, accompany for what may,
As his trust and love may not shed fast.
His hand may strengthen in life’s ill,

A teacher show her love for him
With cane or shoutings, shrilling voices,
But all in mind for his own gain.

Some mishaps who love none but trouble,
Who cares none but love themselves,
As they turn on past they see,
Their life was not worth living it seems.

Some loves for money, drugs and booze,
The girls for a night they choose.
Some craves for power to rule.
As they all end up with nothing ,
But the truth for they was never loved.

Love is the rhythm in the world we live,
For love men died and lived.
Love was called in different names.