Love is an invisibility
Too inexhaustible to understand
And perhaps we are only closer to its idea
By the words that as sub prefixes catargorise.
It flies away, it comes back
But it also ignores and never returns
For example add the word true
And only time will tell...
Add fear and it's a whole new
Idea than what we can foretell
Add the words parental the whole gamut changes
Sibling again flips the switches
Add self and well ego enters
Add friend and another line for confusion
All apply, all can be accepted or denied
Good bad or ugly it's a fool who fails
To recognize love in all it's forms
As they will always feel cheated
Because they ignored the negative norms
It's simple you have accept the love that one gives
As it is given, not the way you want it
It is a rare few who need it in the same way
And it's is rarer still for it to stay that way!
Accept this: that love transforms!
An invisibility that enters tangible manifestation
Through only the giving of it in any form
and that love is the exact same thorn
As hate and a love forlorn.
Here's to love may it continue to manifest
In all intangible forms!