No Truth: Love Is Practically Good

The feelings are so wonderful, but life isn’t what it’s cracked up to be - a poem.

No meaning to the terms,
Productive and certain. 

A fabricated wish,

And a miracle of decency. 

Challenged and purely destined,

An emotional script
Is purposefully designed.

Around for months and years,
A blessing begetting young’uns
And mischievous contrivances.

And the leans so limitlessly foreshadowed...

A cast may set and heal the broken bones

But will not dissuade the trigger finger

An adequate insurance policy
For the worthiest of causes. 

And a wondrous adventure
With critical advantages.