Love, the eternal underprized God-word
has become today

mostly outmoded.

Alteration stains its disguised state, for
love, absurdly changed to shadows,
is merely pretence

and smells corroded.

Masquerading as depth with no worth
love lies weakened and is nothing
special, seen by some

as almost inept.

Left un-nurtured, this gift called love
withers when carnal lust invades
and fades its force to

rating mere second.

Desecration of words begets usurpers,
and non-use deteriorates power
when love is viewed

as fervor demeaned.



Once confessed love needs constancy,
otherwise as with any mistook
God-word, compromised

love becomes surreal.