Love, the Poem

As it is...

My love goes,

unchecked,

unappreciated,

un-

kindled...

Find it,

Where?

It lies,

It thrives,

It lives,

It dies...

For why do we love?

For why do we care?

For why do we...

anything?

Feel,

Fear,

Near,

Dear,

To us,

To you,

To whom?

No one.

Why?

Because.

When?

Whenever.

Where?

Wherever.

Pointless...

To you.

Angered?

Confused.

Shouldn't be.

But it is.

Exactly.

It just is?

Correct.

...Oh.

Reviews

[Lorraine]

Short line cuts but very compelling. I see this poem as an attempt to encompass the different facets of love, a love the can bring fear and anger but still continuing on irrationally. I'm not sure I got exactly what you wanted to point out but I still think this poem is strong both in words and thoughts.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[Punk rocker]

I like how the words flow together

[Punk rocker]

I really like the format and the poem is really good

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Really makes you think.. love the flow , questions and answers.
I enjoyed this.

Chloe

[Zoe]

this had a wonderful flow. I found myself asking myself these questions you asked throughout this piece.

[Mason]

Interesting fact: live/lives is pronounced just as thrive or life. Though that is not conventional, it is proper.