My choice would be 'love'
Not because it is the most beautiful
I mean, look at it:
Kind of sad, one dimensional
Having only one syllable
You can rhyme it with:
glove, shove, dove,
But it's not use-value that attracts
Just its profound resonance
A sound that clears skies
Smoothes seas
Makes human the lofty gods
Gives us eyes to see
That one chance we have
At some kind of transcendence
Being mired in the mud as we are
We need wings to fly above.
© shaun patrick green 2011
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