At first I loved
To be loved in return;
And when they didn’t
I became taciturn.
–
Then I loved
With no hope of return;
A self indulgent
Pointless yearn.
–
But now I love
Without need of return.
As there’s a purer
Love to learn.
–
The love we are
Fed by media’s churn.
Is hollow, unreal
And we should spurn.
