Questions.... (a poem)

Tears well up in her eyes.

Thoughts racing

  questions forming.

So much to learn

  about life, that is.

What is love?

Is it a feeling shared

  or an action taken?

Is being loved

  more important than to feel loved?

Is desire just a want

  or just a need to be wanted?

Can people fall out of love

  as quickly as they can fall in?

Does love truly die?

Is beauty truly something

  that comes from within?

Or is it something

  that needs validity from the outside?

Must you need to be beautiful

  to be loved?

Or is it who you truly are

  that makes you worthy of love?

Is what you see 

  truly what you get?

Or is it a facade 

  that fools the naive?

Can people truly change?

Why does your heart hurt

  when romance fades away?

Is romance the true act of love

  or is being desired the reason?

Why is there a need to be desired?

Is it truly a want

  or just something we need?

Must there always be 

  sadness with happiness?

Am I strong enough 

  to weather any storm?

Will I be missed

  after saying goodbye?

What makes a person memorable?

Is it what they see

  or what they know?

Was I ever truly accepted

  or pitied?

Questions of life....

    Do I really want to know the answers?