Love Isn't What It Is Meant To Be Poem by Randy McClave

Love isn't what it is all cracked up to be,
I found the truth to that firsthand;
I thought love was mine and everyone's destiny,
Love I found out must be ready, and also planned.
So here I am being solemn and alone,
I do without love, as I would rather face the unknown.

Love was created by poets, it does not exist,
Fairy tales though are a better told story;
That fact to one and all I will always insist,
Love was created like medicine, in a laboratory.
Only true love is that of a mother to her child,
I have seen it on the streets, and also in the wild.

Love they say will last forever, but the ring will rust,
Like any feeling it can be replaced by another;
Men use the word love so they can turn it into lust,
Then they get old and that feelings, they smother.
A happy man is the man who has no feelings,
Then directly to his soul and heart is his own dealings.

Love they have said it is only for the fools,
In my opinion truer words have never been spoke;
In marriage or love, men and women always break the rules,
A life without love of a spouse is better; that I quote.
Love causes hate, vengeance and adultery, and war,
Love isn't cracked up to what it is suppose to be, I want it no more.

Randy L. McClave