She Doth Desecrate Love Infinitely

Without love,
would survival be compromised?

She who furnishes love
binds emotions of truth
to this game of life.

For time would be wasted
were there no pain endured,
no tears to feed the starving earth.

Upon the skies she stands and sheds
laughter at mankind
making a mockery out of themselves.

Weaving in and out of line
as mirth leaves and sorrows descend
like a harmonized wind chime.

Sipping on sweet tea she douse
every lovely evening
in couple's lonely howls.

Without love,
it is not impossible.