Love is a word, it’s a verb, it’s a noun,
It inspires and scares, resounds up and down,
It tickles the fancy, It draws up the fears,
It wakes up the dead, and quenches the years,

Reduces grown men to tears, women to sigh,
Children will learn, but til then wonder why,
It bonds up a family, makes friends, It’s the glue,
If untended for, anger, hate, pain will ensue,

Powerful beyond measure, a torrent of feel,
The potential it wields, the fate it can seal,
Poems, movies, theatre, literature, song,
All but mere vehicles for Love to ride on,

Love emancipates, infatuates, renders enslaved,
Love Mystifies, intensifies, rewards only the brave,
Her coils ensnare, her songs they entrance,
And drunk up on love, the heathens will dance,

You’ll find it in whispers, you’ll find it in screams,
In wishes, in hopes, in nightmares, sweet dreams
Love heals the Ill, Love sleighs the dragon
Love carries the future upon its bandwagon,

Always fashionable, relevant, current and present,
Expansive and infinite, priceless, unspent,
Oft unappreciated, underrated, blind and unseen,
Searched for in gestures, expressions, looks, acts, in between,

But Come Feb fourteen, after 365,
What is unseen, forces industry alive,
All these musings above, you know they are true,
But…
They pale in comparison to what I’ve felt, feel and yearn for with You

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