Love is not just a feeling
I was told that love is not just a feeling. I found out that it is a lifestyle. Trying to fake the feeling of love has left me all worn out. Pretense is worse than nonexistence. Can you not be “FOR REAL” and still like yourself well enough to call what you do “living”?
This little poem could be uplifting if it had a different title. I want to re-work this poem. What title would work? I’m open to any suggestions. Just leave me a comment.