HUMAN LOVE
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. So they say, But often times we judge; Others merely because we are not the beholders Beauty has not born in our eyes. We look hard yet we still can’t see. Clouded by pride, We me think ourselves to be the best, Casting shadows on the rest. Perhaps it’s human nature. Or simply ignorance, We are a mean lot. Yes and I mean a lot. Always thinking of ourselves, It happens almost naturally. Now who is to blame? Tough questions little answers. Rhetoric’s are the order of the day. Most of them are anyway. Sounds simple that way, doesn't it? It’s every man for himself after all. So it’s said Well how true it is I don’t know, To be sincere I don’t even care either. Words have a way round things. You juggle with a few. End result something new. I don’t mean to play with any. No, but I actually know as many. But why go through that torture? Try to expound infinity. Since time immemorial, Love has been a puzzle. I prefe...