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