Love

When love becomes a one-way street,
Can it still be said
To be a love which is complete
Or one that’s flawed, instead?

And does a love that’s flawed, indeed,
Out-do no love at all,
Or does it just create a need
Before it lets it fall?

Yet all this talk of love’s in vain;
It can’t be divvied up.
It’s like a God-sized drop of rain
That fills a God-sized cup.

And love is what I feel for you,
And nothing less than that will do.

Photo by Filipe Almeida on Unsplash

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