LOVE...it’s like...

 

A life n’ death struggle
fightin’ hard to flourish
as the opposition craves
only chaos in the rubble...


So fragile, a flower’s bloom
sweetly, beautiful to behold
yet, mindless mistreatment
spells eminent it’s doom...


Powerful, beyond belief
a cure for heart’s ail
without fail, would spell
real n’ true, relief...

N’ if I could be a compound
‘Pon which all of life needed
I’d replace the air, with love
n’ let the world breathe it!