Love
Love is a sky,
built on high,
showing us why,
to live and not die.
Love brings us peace
from north, west, south, east.
Upon love hearts feast.
Between hearts and love is a lease.
Love comes to greet
the Godly it meets.
For them, it does treat
with a message it repeats.
Love can come and go;
and nobody knows
when love will show
and when passion will grow.
Love has it's time
coming by and by
teaching us why
it's a gift from on high.
Love has a mission
to draw our attention
to the beauty of existence.
And reality's evil it is fixing.
It's the mightiest warriors sword,
treasure that a rich man hoards,
a winning teams greatest score,
a gift that we all aim for.
About the Creator
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