RoseAnn V. Shawiak
What Loving? - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Meeting in various places during our lifetime, finding
and losing love as we wend our way.
Taking our lives in our hearts, we strive to protect
ourselves by finding someone to care and love us from
this hurtful world.
But in the end, we are hurt by this enticing, alluring
and beautiful love of another when death visits us.
What sense can we ever find in the act of loving?
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