In life, Passion is the key,

I want them to understand,The love I have for you.The Holding of the Hands,Love smoldering in advance,The giving, between two,The silent ‘I love you’,That lovers understand,United by that touch,Of hands, that say so much.

Shining its immortal Light,Taking us to Human Heights.

That’s what the World,Should be made of.

That we as,Supposed ‘intelligent’ beings,Simply don’t achieve,Unexplainable, the evil vein,That clogs the human brain,And works so hard,To constantly deceive.

Said the Nightingale,As the love of the MoonIt pretended to win,Disguised,As a singing Swan.

Full of poetryFull of melodyFull of hope,Just for us, Two.Love is quite possessive tooAnd does lend to those in loveThe best memories, the best momentsThat our lives can ever haveFor beyond all other feelings,Love is Love.