A Mere Word

Who truly knows what the meaning of love is?

Love.

Spoken by so many,

More often than not at all

What truth does this word carry?

In what lies does it fall?

A tender kiss one way,

In another, compassion.

A weapon, some will say,

In an uncaring one's possession.

More than a feeling

More than emotion

More than the touching

More than just passion.

Unknown completely

Invisible to the concrete eye

Yet so present, held so dearly

Even when only a lie.

Importance unexisting

There is no way of reading

Its unlimitied meaning

As well as its bearings.

It seems yet so simple,

With one mere word to describe it,

Its true meaning is hidden

And keeps my heart lit.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[The DuchessPoet]

Wow,
Very well done my friend!
Very well done...