I believe that the world has a power
One that may be shared
Through the knowledge and possession
Of Love

It seems that only some may obtain such a power
As Love
And even fewer, the knowledge to obtain it

Loves takes the power of not one, but two hearts
The complete paramountcy  over two souls

Some endeavor to find ways around such sovereignty
To the miscalculation of their true proprietorship

They do not posses this mystical innervation
They are merely yet another of the most. naive.

"I may not be smart
But I know what love is"
It is heartbreaking
Some spend their lifespan in a lie
They believe a little hard work
Will cut them some slack


We have known for centuries
Of its true existence
And in days of old
They had no media
To forge the name of love

Love corrupts
Those who are possessed
Those who forged
Are plainly destructed

They conjecture that their efforts
Will compensate for the lack of connection
A castigation is placed
A sad tale is repeated

No love exists
As such that I have
You will know
When you can argue with such a statement