The Real Treasure by Mosuro Hafsah Oluwatobi

Love is a myth, a fanciful tale,

A notion, but not a truth to tell.

It's just a word, a story spun,

An illusion of what might have been.

It's not the answer, not the goal,

It's not the meaning of the whole.

It's just a phrase, a fancy thought,

But love itself cannot be bought.

It's not the cure for loneliness,

Or the key to happiness.

It's just a dream, a passing fad,

Love is not all that we have had.

The world exists beyond this word,

Without love, we all are heard.

We have compassion, friendship too,

We have connection, me and you.

Love's just a story, just a fable,

It's not the only way to travel.

So let's forget about this phrase,

And focus on the human race.

Let's celebrate our common bond,

Our shared humanity beyond.

So let's not waste our precious time,

With something false, a line, a rhyme.

Let's celebrate our common bond,

Our shared humanity beyond.

Let's focus on the things we do,

That make us us, me and you.

Our kindness, our compassion,

Our empathy, our devotion.

Let's not define ourselves by love,

But by the actions we approve.

Let's be the best that we can be,

Without relying on a fantasy.

So let's embrace our humanness,

And leave the myth of love to rest.

Gbosheye