Nothing drives the world than love.
Like the atmosphere of an mountain cove.
The feeling may be royal,
as trust between the pair be loyal.
But love itself be vicious,
as the deep affection sometimes tedious.
This may also make it convoluted.
Sometimes the feeling be Gucko,
But that not refrain the prerequisite of love,
As the instability of it changes.
They say life be too short,
But I say love be vast as the fort.
Nothing be enormous, but lasts forever.