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Love Is Not All It Is, Not Meat Nor Drink
by John Roach
What is this hate that fills our hearts before Love?
To carry our pain and burdens till the end it Is;
And till the end of days, of what we act and what is Not-
Where to go when friends have long passed and void of All?
What is this love that eludes us, left to wander through It?
To say and think and wait and bleed, our lives this Is;
Our war with all our battle scars, to surrender soon or Not-
We hunger for more in friends and lovers, but not for Meat-
And crave for new adventures to make haste and not for Nor;
To live again till the end of days – in fountains of youth, we Drink.</p.