Love has come and inspired me to praise it!
‘How decadent!’ you say.
‘All around the world,
Children are starving,
And slaving,
And you wanna waste time praising,
A dream called love?’
‘How insensitive!’
‘Indulgent!’
‘Unidealistic!’
But I will do so nonetheless!
Since after the wars are all ended,
And hungers all filled,
And illnesses all cured,
Love will remain,
The reason to live for…
The tingle to fight for…
The dream to endure for…
And why leave her unpraised,
Ignored,
And neglected,
While eternally conquering sorrow?