What Love Is
The human soul was thus designed
To care for one’s own brood
And thus fulfill
A higher will
To prove an attitude
They say we love the ones we serve
For love, is what we do
And therefore so
The chance to grow
And thus, our substance too
Indeed, the purpose of a life
The reason we exist
Is this, to share
The love we bear
To help the world subsist
And when the human heart is full
Because we gave our all
Our love will then
Return again
To answer heaven’s call.
Written: February 7, 2021
Submitted to the "What is Love" poetry contest on:
February 7, 2021
Copyright © Bryan Norton | Year Posted 2021
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