Love is patient, love is kind,

Love has conflict, love is blind.

Love is a meal to the starving man: relationships.

They must be stroked with a warm and soft hand,

They must be enjoyed like the ache of too much laughter,

They must be cleaned, maintained. Every hard to reach crevace eating away at the hour glass;

They must be broken: shattered on the floor as tongues clash,

They must be fixed like a ripped teddy bear sewn together,

Love always perseveres,

Love never fails.