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Proof for the Existence of Love

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When I can believe
That I am loved,
That I too love;
Life, regardless of sorrow,
Pulses in vibrant song.

Yet when reminded
That we are selfish beings
Driven mad by ego, its relentless needs,
Such that true love,
Remains an addled fantasy;
No matter the sweetness of the moment
All of life proves death to me.

So living like the recluse that I am,
Wander on through desert sands –
There is no one here with me
To show that Love still stands
Amidst the frailties of our finitude.
Bit of a downer, apologies. Rainy day, leaves nearly all fallen - not even green to keep the lonely company.
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