The Gift (Romantic Love)

Love is a precious and intangible gift
Innately desired the heart efforts and sifts
Through all who's perceived with an insatiable yearn
To no avail it's sought after, it's wished, just to learn
You can't wish its existence, it's found on a dime
It combusts out of naught in an unforeseen time
It's an emotion ignited when the chemistry's right
It's magic, it's joy, it grips your heart tight
But it's a gift that's bequeathed, not one that you own
It's given moment by moment, like a mist then it's gone
It can be yours for a day, a month, perhaps years
It can bring you much joy, or oblige many tears
If mishandled, mistreated, abandoned, ignored
You see, you must nurture it with the warmth you afford
It's as strong as an oak tree yet as fragile as its leaves
It can be destroyed in an instant, if its trust is deceived
So take heed when you find it, and VALUE it so
For you do not own it, it's a gift that's bestowed