Love
The rarest of wealth
Love is in the air, they say
as the miasma of lust poisons their minds
they fancy themselves falling in love
then wonder how they became destroyed by the impact
The wise warn them when they can, about the dangers of an open heart
but the young, naive, and delusional, still think life a fairy tale
They think love an elixir
A glorious drug
Which soothes all pains
satiates all wants
and rights all wrongs
But love is not that
The wise men know what love is
Love is a firm hand, guiding an unruly child
Love is patience with an ill or aging parent
Love is giving up your comfort, for the comfort of another
Love is having the courage to always speak the truth, even when the truth is you are wrong
So now, I hear you ask, but is it rare?
Well let me ask you, does the world make you feel loved?
When you step out into the bitter bite of winter winds
Or the scalding rays of a summer sun
Where hardly a soul is willing to look upon you, before they have comforted themselves
Love is so rare you cannot find it in nature
Nor can you find it at the bottom of a bottle
Or in the back rooms of a brothel
Love, must be found in the hearts of those like us
Those who are also extending their love into the world
Those that stand by their love, and commit to the work
Who aren’t just looking to ride the high of novelty,
with another pull of lust, from the bottle of degenerate liquor
Love is the force that creates, builds and mends
And in the growing entropy of an uncaring universe
It grows rarer by the second
About the Creator
If You're Feeling Adventurous...
He's Zack, I'm Cait. 2 Authors, 1 Mission, to bring the adventure back to life and storytelling by showing others how we are doing that for ourselves, through our fiction and real life adventures.https://linktr.ee/adventurouspublications
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