Love is not in black and white
Sometimes the greyer shades reflect the true colour of the heart
Grief and pleasure sing and play in unison
Monotone seems satisfactory but sometimes not
Sometimes what makes perfect sense is utter senselessness
Maybe a poem you should write is a taboo
The future is not promised to anyone
But sometimes the little hope maybe the hopelessness is the deepest desire
Saying I love you is never enough
Curses and promises are ordinary vocabulary
Nothing is really enough or too little in the face of love
Never has love been clear
Like a prophecy, it is interpreted from day to day
Each omen meaning a million things
I plead with you love
Just love not looking at the promise tomorrow holds
Just love for love's sake
The world may be promised but if the world is not available for giving
Just love for love's sake
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