Love is a complex dream

Love is divine

Love is how we choose to spend our time

 

Love is a serene wind

Comforting the lost and the broken

 

Love is not the definition of I or you

Or even the both of us two

Love is the atmosphere in the world around us

 

It soothes, it heals

It never wavers or steals

On the contrary, always giving plenty

Love is always paitently waiting

 

Love is a gift

Love is an urn

Decorated with care

Providing support for the near future

 

Love is a seed

Love is a scene

A melody by the sea

Waves blushing vividly

 

Love is not anonymous

However it is a phantom

hidden in the heart's most vulnerable space

trying to play a piano of heavenly anthems

 

It ponders, it shares

It never harms or causes tears

Instead reaching out to hold up the weak

Love will always be here