Love

Isn't love just a foolish ideal

A way to immortalize ourselves

So that we may forever live on

Even if only in memory?

Men are such intriguing thing's

To invent such a "natural" thing such as love

But what if one doesn't want to love or be loved?

To only live one life

Without the web of stupidity that is love

Without need to live forever

Then there's no need for this thing called "love"

Because this "love" they speak of is only a concept

Impossible to fully grasp

There is no one that would truly do anything for someone else

Humans a greedy and needy

So why should they?

And so this wicked thing called "love" crumbles at their grasp

I wonder if their immortal now?

At the ruins of their "love"

Will they still live forever?

And this, my dear, is the foolishness of man