Poem - What is love?

What is love,

We ask,

Over and over again ,

Attempting to find it,

Like it’s something picked,

From a store shelf,

Searching for it in right swipes,

Trying to dance with it in bars,

We cast a fishing line,

Hoping that one day we receive a bite,

 

Though we are confused,

Love is not found but grown,

The story doesn’t go,

The grass is greener on the other side,

You’ve be lied too or,

Maybe we just lie to ourselves,

 

For love is grown from within,

And moves outwards,

We must first learn to love ourselves,

Before we love another,

 

And maybe one day ,

We are lucky enough , 

To share the love we’ve grown,

With another,

And they share their grown love ,

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