Why must I believe in love
When some only receive and not give
Why must I believe in love
When it's manifestly acceptable in glitz and splendor only
Why believe I in love
When it's accepted determinants are the colour and quality of its linen
Why believe I in love
When its influence is purely from the silver screen
What is love really
Is it not commitment despite momentary feelings
What must love be
If it's not the will to protect and sacrifice for the dear one
Who must interpret love
Is it not the actions of due care and respect for the dear one
What is the colour of love, if it has any
Is it not epitomized in the supreme crimson flow on the Cross
10 February 2021
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It is indeed. Love is one of those one can sacrifice for. Great poem with metaphors and imagery. Thanks for sharing.