There is always the question of love...

Without love

paula robles nettel

Without love, or with a certain kind of love
that piece of territory

its just a shallow circumstance,

and in the scale of importance

means little despite a nimius
life of bogus treasures.

I wouldn’t gamble my life away of it all

in exchange for true love,

for there is love and there is love

and once acquainted with them all

there's only two I wouldn't let go.

But if favored by true love

far beyond both immanent ones,

Could a memory be erased?

And a heart be born again?

Without love, or with a certain kind of love

there is always the question of love.