Poems by
Manish .

The Luxury of Love

a poem by Manish .

Maybe love is a luxury reserved for the rich
Maybe respect is a commodity only money can buy
I just wish all the songs we heard growing up
Would have mentioned the words were such a lie
The truth, a good heart, is worth nothing
Your status determines if you’re a great guy
Morality and fidelity have no value
When compared to the gifts you buy
In a world where every one is called darling
Its hard to know you’re that special someone
Flirting with friends is a harmless pass time
Something modern couples do just for fun
Total commitment is passe,
Devotion is no longer cool
Or maybe these are just ramblings
Of a silly, old fashioned fool.