They tell me I’m greedy
That I want too much
That I should despair in my desires
Depart from this dream of love
But, riddle me this
How is love greedy
Love is beyond this terrestrial plane
So love, in itself, is pure
Jealousy, that maniacal desire
To have one all to yourself
To keep them apart from all others
Now that is greedy
Adultery, the unholy tryst
Between two liars
The secret desire of one not yours
That, that is greedy
But love, that fontaine of feeling
Peaking and overflowing in beauty
Where the erudite see only the peace
And constructive desire rules supreme
Such a massive bounty of love
How can that be greedy?
About the Creator
Jane Northwood
A small town girl with a love for fiction and and poetry and a passion for helping people. I currently work at a domestic violence shelter as a victims advocate and I am a self proclaimed animal lover 💜
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