I wonder if the world would be any better if we didn't lie.
             Lie, sometimes better to man kind to lie, withhold the truth.
             Would humans be a stronger species if we didn't feel sadness.
             Sadness, to feel sorry for something or someone.
             Would humans be stronger if they didn't know what the feeling happy was like.
             Happy, to feel wanted, needed, loved.
             Would we be humans if we didn't have any of the feelings in this poem?
             Humans, a person that loves, regret's something, has a conscience, lies, feels sadness,
             Also a human kills, hates, don't always listen to there conscience, feels pain and anger, lies and cheats.
             Is it a word, a feeling or is it just a thing that the mind craves?
             Is it the word that set's of the feelings or is it the feeling that set's of the word?
             Can a person love more than once's or only once's and than just think there in love?
             Is it the mind that craves it or is it the humanity in each and everyone of us that craves it?
             Is it love when one person loves another or when two people love each other?
             Are we as human's in love with the word love or the feeling?
             If I hold you under the stars at night and say I love you and give you a kiss,
             Is that really love or a man trying to get what he wants?
             Is it our fault that love is misuderstood and causes a lot of pain?
             Maybe thats what love really is, just something that makes a person do strange things for that word or sometimes the feeling is real?
             While I'm sitting and writing this and looking back on my life and others I realize how much power the word love has.
             Do a preson know there living life when there heart is broken or is it the pain of a broken heart that makes you realize your alive
             ...