It - "Love" - is not a word,nor a single actionIn truth, it can never be wrong
Like the sunrise, perfect in every possible way
But it never hides in shadowsIt is many things and yet it must existin the small space of the heartOnce found it can bloom,endlessly, with no ceaseIt can choke one's throat, bringone to tears ....
or in darkness
It never feeds itself on deception
It grows with trust, honesty and compassion
Nothing less, always more