This thing called love.

Love is a multifaceted thing
that cannot be defined in simple terms
for it requires a modicum of respect
to fully comprehend the nature of this beast
Love can be passionate, exciting, sensual
hedonistic or simply platonic
It can be sweet like the cherry blossoms
that come out in Spring
Or mellow like the rites of Marriage
When two hearts meld as one encircled by a ring
That often ends with a baby in a carriage

Love can be sour as a lemon,
as tart as lime that slips off the tongue
in a dash of Tequila or a Margarita
it can be warming as an Oodie
on a cold winters day or a roaring fire
That heats up the room full of desire
Caught in an enthusiastic embrace
or it can be the salve that soothes the inner minds
of human hearts in turmoil or unrest caused by
the loss of loved ones to illness or accidents

Love can be simple, love can be kind
In such moments of bliss, it can blow your mind
But the best love comes in the form
of your four grandchildren, perfectly acquiresient
who accept you willingly without qualms
who are not afraid to tell you, so that you come
to no harm that the emperor has no clothes
who place their trust in all that you do
who endure your silliness, your dry wit
who think that you are an endless ATM
who panders to their whims and dreams
be it toys, shoes, hot chocolate, or simply cash!
Love is indeed a multifaceted thing.