Love is the never ending poem;
created in seven days;
the ultimate, boundless energy ocean
coming in unending waves.
It brings in all hope for tomorrow;
while encompassing joyful todays;
yet, blends in unspeakable sorrow;
to highlight love’s ultimate displays.
It’s never surrounded by fences;
it blows like a summer breeze;
it tears down hate’s defenses;
it has only itself to please.
It’s never troubled by the rock’s resistance;
it erodes it away with all time;
nor is it troubled by evil’s persistence;
for evil becomes love sublime.
There is no limit to Love’s creation;
it’s always, itself, problem solving;
he considers it his obligation;
for Love’s poem is always evolving.