What is love?
The recognition
Of yourself in others
People, animals, things

We are the light
Shining through
6 billion vases
Different colors
Shapes
Some dark and dim
Others bright

We live to let
That little light of ours shine
Knowing we each
Got a different vessel
And loving through
The filth

Love is the hardest thing
In this world of puppets
And illusions
We can be tricked into
Thinking our skin will
Really matter

Not in a million years