Love Is Not All I once read a sonnet which declared "Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink" But by the end, it submits It would not sell its memories For food or peace Love has this hold on us all Even if you deny it Or turn a blind eye Pretend it doesn't exist Wish it would vanish It is there. Final, with a full stop. Sometimes I wish I didn't know The rest of the #poem If I only knew the first line And repeated it over and over Until it became truth to my ears Then I would know this without a doubt: Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Love is not all: it is not Tumblr nor Facebook Love is not all: it is not rice nor soup Love is not all: it is not air nor sight By now my words have started to make no sense But at least I would remember. Love is not all. At least, (romantic) love is not all. There is so, so, so much more.