Love is not an object
You can’t spot it with your organ of sight but,
you can bare it
It’s within the air,
astray and not found
in the overcast
and living in discomfort
It’s drawning in shy and hatred but,
it can bare true connection
by pouring It’s red
into true adoration and,
govern the fondness to unity
Joy and happiness comes along
to the tendering pair
which brings laughter and,
fabricate wonderful memories