*the Question...* - Poem by Angelo H.G.
Well then teacher asked the young philosopher, is love in the cards of all men?
For I have whimpered with this question as I've seen couples crossing fingers embracing each other
and smiling as if they have discovered the comedies of life.
Yet here I am befriending solitude with absence from the bliss of romance.
The Teacher smiled gently, with the look of nonchalance
as his mind puzzled words of truth together and
designed this answer which his heart lead him to profess sanguinely.
Every child deserves a smile, every beast on this land deserves freedom.
So it is alike that each man and woman deserve Love.
Do u believe that you deserve the grasp of Love?
Doubt is most destructive when the doubted is the doubter.
This is why patience is a virtue for a man can walk on the moon if he aspires enough.
But first he must seek, be patient, keep faith, and then find...
All you have to do is believe and seek that which you sincerely desire.
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