What is love?: A poem 

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What is love? 

Is it a tiger or a dove? 

Does it have teeth? 

Is it staple, like wheat? 

Ask your Mum 

She knows all about its sum 

Ask your Dad 

He’ll tell you it’s no fad 

Love, like eggshells, can be broken 

For hypocrites, it is a mere token 

How you elate when it’s awoken? 

A universe in just a word spoken 

It is a perfume that perennially lingers 

in soulful memories at your fingers 

But, would you silently concede 

it is most felt in the deed?  

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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