love

A Poem by anais.vionet

a prose poem about the angles of love

Adam, of scripture, dug our graves for it.
The advertiser’s magic guaranties it.
Fathers grind away their lives for it.
Religions point the way toward it.
The flail for it forms character.
The Poets labor to convey it.
Music seeks to express it.
Mothers simply feel it.
Love’s serenity and ageless value.