“What It Is”

by A_F_R_O_W

Once done,

it cannot be,

undone.

Neither, walked-back.

Nor,

its measure,

quantified,

by things, alone…

For,

it means more,

than that.

Its depth,

cannot be persuaded

to shallowness.

Its Light,

cajoled,

to opacity.

Nor,

its authenticity,

diluted,

by insincerity.

Its value,

not indicated,

by meritocracy.

This thing,

called Love,

is Unconditional.

It is,

what it is,

you see.

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