(6 March 1806 – 29 June 1861 / Durham / England)

Love's Unanswered Questions

How much truth is in love
When the words fall to the floor?
Is it an empty emotion
An illusion of something more?

How can we posess something
So eternal and right?
When all we know selfishness,
emptiness, and spite.

Is there an alterior motive
In this emotion that we claim?
Is it evil deeds disguised as good
Called by another name?

So when you think she loves you
And shes the perfect blessing
Ask yourself all these things
Love's unanswered questions.

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Comments (9)

This poem took me to the other world for moments. I think this is the feature of ART, Excellent.
I really loved this poem! Especially the last two verses. Beautifully composed!
Who is referred to in the line: Who, not to bless me, would not moan.? The protagonist would fit into the Hollywood scene today.
Robotic Reading.....
He sat beside me! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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