It Love Is Not A Word Nor A Single Action
In Truth It Can Never Be Wrong
Like The Sunrise, Perfect In Every Possible Way
It Is Many Things And Yet It Must Exist
In The Small Space Of The Heart
Once Found It Can Bloom Endlessly With No Cease
It Can Choke One’s Throat, Bring One To Tears
But It Never Hides In Shadows Or In Darkness
It Never Feeds Itself On Deception
It Grows With Trust, Honesty And Compassion
Nothing Less Always More