love is lost on us
for most have no comprehension
we think of it as mere possession

we use the term to manipulate
making us and them constipate
real love is lost

lust can’t be love
for it’s mere physical obsession
owning devouring impression

devotion is not love
for it is demanding and tainted
yet colourful and floral painted

real love
is acceptance inclusion respect
always giving with no expect

d’Verse, Louise Gluck, Bjorn – thanks for the intro, this poem is inspired by LG’s “a myth of devotion”