Love has no utility purpose.

Mother was dear; I hardly listened.

Wife was dear; times I declined.

Child was dear; often I disciplined.

Grandchild was dearest. I let loose her.

Mother, wife, and children all

Were to contribute to my future

But not so is the grand child,

With my future at its end.

Why should I love her most?

True love has no utility value.

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