Love Description
Love is a form of a seed
from high above,
Heaven
In the veins of men it flows
In the heart of men it grows
Impossible for it to germinate
in the presence of drought, floods,
tropical cyclones, and all natural disasters
known to men - hate
The water and light to sprout
To encounter is to devout
God shall make the soil in you
fruitful, fertile and prolific
Roses are red,
The sky is blue,
Leaves are green
Love is like a sword of fire
Produced through a furnace
A lion roars the strength of it
Heart be glazed with fear
Everybody has the bundle in them
But not everybody carries it
Because everybody is nothing
but shrinking violets
Roses symbolize it,
The thorns around it,
Cut deep like a razor
It's either you bleed
or feel more love
Love remains a seed
In my eyes, in the air entering my lungs
the blood flowing in my veins
And the thoughts painted on
my mind.
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