Human Love Poem by Rodgers Ogola

There's nothing poetic about human love
Cause our love is selfish
Always wanting and wanting
Never giving
Always seeking to be fulfilled
Not wanting to fulfill others
Then we cry that love hurts
When our selfish hearts are broken
Not looking inward but outward
As if we were perfect in our loving
As if no blemish could be found within
Shame on me, shame on you
For not wanting to be true
For the blame lies with us
For not loving wholly and truly
There's nothing romantic about human passion
It doesn't deserve to be praised
It is like a golden cassket
With the rot lying within
There's nothing poetic about human love
But what the hell do I know
I just wrote a poem about it.