does love exist

Does love exist?

 

Is there any such thing, as real love?

A parent’s love, notwithstanding,

Do feelings or emotions, push and shove,

Depending on whom, they are landing,

 

Can love be bitter, leave you fuming,

Caring too much, to be true, to ourselves,

But real love, for a fellow human,

Fearing most of all, we’d be left on those shelves,

 

Could it be that some of us care,

Just a little too much, now and then,

Not selfish enough, to be willing to share,

All we once had, before love began,

 

Could it be we covet whomever we have found?

And stick with them, through thick and thin,

Owning another, whom to us are soul bound,

Should they stray, it being a mortal sin?

 

As a possession treat them, as though they are ours,

Possessing their right, to perform certain things,

Is this where love or religion flowers,

Adding insult to injury, make them wear our rings,

 

Can we say we truly are in love?

Or are we saying, we own someone’s soul,

Jealousy to the fore has been shoved,

A need to restrict them, in more than one goal,

 

Procreation, or to be precise, having sex,

Or making love, no matter the time or place,

Why then do one night stands, make us vexed,

With a stranger we can’t recall their face,

 

Maybe its confirmation, of commitment to a mate,

Perhaps it only exists briefly time,

When truth arrives, it’s sealed our fate,

All in love is never fine,

 

So does love exist and is it real,

Does it bond us one and all to share,

Or in stolen moments, we sometimes to steal,

The best we can hope for, is someone who cares,