Love; Trick Or Treat? - Poem by Kim Aouad
I like to think of love as a drug:
sometimes it acts as a cure,
others as a poison.
They call love the feeder of the soul,
They call love the best of all.
They make you believe that life will be roses,
and that nothing will stand in your way.
Truth is: love is a burning coal;
enough keeps you warm,
but too much heat will burn you.
Love is a spring that feeds the creek,
but a slight overflow will lead to despair.
Love is an uncaged bird,
which is why it may fly away.
Love is a garden next to a dungeon
into which many are fooled into venture.
Love is the earthly heaven infront of the earthly hell,
which is why it seems so pure when in fact it is cruel.
Love is a thorn in the rose they told you about,
which is why you prick your fingers while trying to handle it.
Every love experience has its fruits.
Love is the reddest of apples at the top of the tallest of trees, which is why most settle for the apples at the bottom: to avoid putting in effort...
But what's better than feeling the warmth?
What's more beautiful than looking at a waterfall?
What's more graceful than a free bird in flight?
What's more mesmerizing than being in an enchanting garden?
What's more holy than believing that things last forever?
That's why we tend to search for love;
To take part in a forever of some sort.
To soar freely.
To clean the hatred within ourselves...
That's why we tend to fall for love.
And I do mean for, not in,
because love is a magician, and loving is a trick.
Whether it's real or not, you know only what you see.
And it's up to you to decide whether to believe or not.
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