What has become of us people today?
The word L o v e misused in every way.
Commonly confused with self interest,
Or perhaps our childish infatuation,
For you see, its that which we've limited,
Its capacity to a certain gravitation.
A word we do not yet understand,
About all of its limitless capacities,
To forgive, to trust, to endure,
Even that of consistent veracity.
Now what was once loves's sharpest blade,
Has reached it's most blunted edge,
No longer a strictly kept promise,
Of desire we had once pledged.
