Lean Love

Love the mystery of the ages, it has made many fall
Everyone wants it, holds it to preserve
Accepted even if it is not worth it to deserve, all long for it even in coma
New each day it is sought, fought for till expiration

Longing for attention, affection seized even when fatal
Opportunities it opens for them all, greatness many are filled who have it indeed they do
Vexed young lads are fond of it when they first encounter it, so many call it Luv
Expensive it is so priceless, just like the look the first man Adam gazed upon Eve.