Agape
My love is parted into two jars,
One is spilled with the juice of Storge,
The other is filled with the liquor named Eros;
Merely the right jar will quench your thirst
If you'll imbibe the romantic liquor,
You'll be passionately intoxicated,
Yet if you choose the friendly juice,
Once the taste fades, 'us' will follow
Should we truly settle on these choices?
Knowing we can have it as a mixture,
That afterwards will yield the pure water, agape
Where love is genuine; real; unconditional
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Hüzün (Poetry)
PoetryHüzün (n.) -a melancholy resulting from inadequacy or failure and weighting so heavily that it becomes a communal, resigned, and even curiously poetic.
