Love

"I think, therefore I am."
Yet how can I exist without love?
Love is the binding force of the world,
The protective mistress who watches over the realm of mortals,
If she is biased towards whom she anoints with her embrace of
love,
How can those not touched by her grace ever truly live?
They exist in the pits of hate and despair,
Dwelling in the depths of loneliness, feeding only on their own
depression.
Though they may seem to exist physically,
Their souls are empty, and their lives meaningless.
So though they may think&;#8230;
The essence of life, true life, is not within them.
Some learn to find that essence on their own,
Others are eventually pitied by love,
And are given her great gift.
Though I feel love for another,
Real love is not one-sided,
And so I ask myself,
Do I exist?
Will I ever?
Or like the things that dwell in the pits,
Am I to live a life devoid of love?
One completely empty and meaningless