Love

Why do we have to suffer?
Why are we made to cry?
What is the point in life?
Just eat, drink, then die?

If that is true
then Why do we love?
Why do we feel passion
If it is cursed from above?

But life has a point.
That point is love.
That is what drives us.
What we are made of.

Without love,
Were would we be?
The world in war,
Lives in misery.

To make this world wonderful
We must learn to love
For it is the greatest commandment
Sent from God above.