Poem love

Is This What Love Is?

Is this all we have together?
Is this what love really is,
Yelling through a quarrel
And making up with a kiss?

Why can't we get along?
Why do we have to fight?
We starve true love by day
and feed lust all trough the night.

I wish we'd settle down;
I wonder where peace went.
Why do we pick at each other;
Why can't we be content?

If this is what love is,
If tenderness has flown,
I'm thinking more and more,
It's better to be alone.

By Joanna Fuchs