
People who have it,
abuse it.
People who don't,
would kill for it.
Those of us who aren't as lucky,
think it would be great.
Those of us, the lucky ones,
sometimes end up in hate.
Love is so strange,
it hits only a few.
The rest just live with the wish
of something they never knew.
Love can be so kind
to the chosen yet,
The rest will always hope
for something they'll never get.
1984
©LCG
