Love

Love

Love, sweet love, the source of joy and pain,
A force that moves the heart and bends the brain.
It can lift us up to soaring heights,
Or bring us low with cruel delights.

In love we find a sense of purpose true,
A bond that binds our hearts and souls anew.
But love, like all things, can fade and die,
Leaving naught but ashes, tears, and sighs.

So let us cherish love while it is here,
Embrace it with our hearts, our minds, our tear.
For love, though fleeting, is a precious thing,
A fleeting fire that warms the heart and soul,
And gives our lives a sense of worth and whole.