Love
To live a life without joy is horrid
For joy is key to living life fulfilled.
I can not live a life that is morbid.
That is tantamount to having been killed.
Joy does comes to me in several forms.
From memories to learning anything
Such as other cultures and their own norms.
But the form of joy that is always king
Would be love for my friends and family.
This is what I need to live good and well.
Love in perfect rhythm, rhyme, and harm'ny.
Cliche or not, love will calm any hell.
This is what I need to survive this life.
Love and only love, let there be no strife.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world