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Will Love Ever Be Enough?
A Poem
let me tell you a story, little one,
as we draw close on this cold night
where the stars are too far to burn bright
over this longstanding midnight of the soul
how little we know, really, about this universe —
the planets, the supernovas, the shooting stars,
all those things that dazzle us by nightfall —
but love, perhaps, is most mysterious of all
oh, we think we know it when we feel it,
but might we be hoodwinked by our own senses?
love, like a spell, descends to wallop and woo at once —
all intended to make you do things you never dreamed
and then there are the times we band together
under the same colors and the same skies —
but do we think ourselves so victorious?
or are we simply waiting on a death knell?
love — what is it, really, that makes our hearts beat?
are we charmed by each other — or just afraid?
can we call ourselves friends and lovers of a kind,
or are we just doomed to become strangers again?
