Introspection

Opposed to what in my opinion are Utopian views about how people should be, i think that to love someone, you have to love yourself. If we weren't selfish, maybe we wouldn't explore what we try to describe as love.

What fool would try,
To describe love?
For Love is, a black box,
A wonder of "how" and "when"
Over a lifetime, Or in an impulse,
Right there, right then.
A mystery older than Eve and Adam,
Maybe because, its always beyond expectations,
As diverse as us miracles called people,
And man might take for granted,
But its in his nature, to love his own.
Maybe why selfless love,
if found at all,
takes the fame,
stakes the claim.

So I ask again,
What fool would try,
To describe Love???
Maybe, someone like I?
And thus fools we are, all of us,
For love, to each his own form,
Love of people,
Or just love of happiness,
And thus fools we are, all of us,
But happy fools,
Happy, because we all know Love.

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