- Love ... -

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

- "Unknown"-