poem of the day January 18 

True love

has become 

so rare

so desired

so monetized

It is now collected

and treated as trophies 

So no wonder

with so many

people using love

as an investment

Many are willing to pay

staggering amounts

for the perfect love

Making true love so valuable

it is mostly

place on shelves

high on pedestals

separated, unrequited

sitting all by itself

And now with

so many AI fake loves

on the market

It is virtually impossible 

to tell real love from fake love

especially when most

real love stuck alone

on a shelf with only itself