Ode To Love Poem by Sophie Allyah

What is love?
Without travail or suffering
If you can't feel any of it
Then it is not love.

Love is destruction
Reigned by our motion
An immeasurable urge
Vastly as the home of planets.

A perpetual
Filled with devotion
With so much love
You become death
Ah, death!
You cannot die
Therefore you are eternal
Like the burning flame
In the thoughts of many.

Love is not compassion
It is evil as it is divine
Greed without any hesitations
It becomes your pride.

A passion
That can move mountains;
As blind as the darkness in the ocean;
Without any light you cannot see
Though you feel it, still hopeless.