Love is not a weapon, nor it is a stick
Not for beating on those who may be thick
Love is not impatient, neither is it quick
Patience is the only thing that really does the trick

Love is not unkind, tho' it may per times seem so
For 'oft it is a toughness that is the need or case
Whether it finds us standing still, or finds us in a chase
For to think any other wise would truly bring you woe

Love is not the cure for every ail there is
Though it does for many ills, not all can it embrace
It cannot cure the loss of life, of husband or wife
Only to span the gap until we find that grace

So love whilst life there is, before it is too late
For love that is not given or shared or spread afar
Can so 'oft turn into hate.

(an original - written just now)

Beautiful one

Thanks.

Very sweet Lonely...

I appreciate that, thanks.

nicely done
welcome

Excellent write.....Creating on the fly inspiration.