Love

The farther they are, the closer they seem.

The harder they are the softer they seem.

In a world full of contradictions,

It exists as a soothing addiction.

For some it’s a worship, for others it’s an art.

For some it’s the mind, for others it’s the heart.

Before it was sweet, and after turns bitter.

It’s not the feeling, but people that litter.

All that is glitter is not all gold,

How can you despise, things older than the old?

Like the chaos of a war, like the peace of a dove.

Is there a other word or do we call it love?