An abstract called love
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Complete Wed, May 21, 2025<5 mins
"The Abstract Called Love" explores the dissonance between the romanticized notion of love and the speaker's lived emotional reality. Through introspective questions and vivid imagery, the poem reflects on how language-especially phrases like "I love you"-can become hollow when detached from genuine feeling. It is a meditation on longing, disillusionment, and the search for authenticity in a world that often confuses affection with performance.
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