Love Is Nothing But A Word

love is a word,
that we always mis
spell, that we
always miss,
spell, that we always
look for
and when we find
what we think
is love
so pure,
so true
and so enduring

to an irony
we surrender
love is too much
to hold
love is too much
to keep
love is more
than what
we can afford
to a certain
point love
overflows
like a dam
that drowns
us
to a certain
extent
love conquers
us

everything
changes us
from nothing
to something
beyond us

love is nothing
but a word

that we
cannot ever hold
that we
misspell always

and we like
eating such word

love, in this
indigestion, this
sporadic outbursts
of gas inside
our guts and intestines

burp

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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