Love

I used to think my utopia
was a land of cornucopia,
Happiness was a sinful, blissful breed,
of Gluttony and greed.
But then the greatest covin of my head and my heart,
Presented a new happiness, a word
where the meaning and feeling were oft worlds apart.
Three words, eight letters, to give and receive,
But whether it be truth or a lie
depends on how you perceive or believe
For in the end whats the meaning of "less than three"
If there never was an 'us' and I'm feeling less than me.


-mh