It does it all,
it fixes everything,
it erases pains,
it kindles fires.

its given endlessly,
by you passionately,
accepting it entirely,
engulfing me wholly,

it repairs my scars, and
fills my eyes with stars,
breaking down the bars,
making way for ours,

it gives me hope,
helping me cope,
letting me lope,
to tow this rope,

It does it all,
it fixes everything,
it erases pains,
it kindles fires.

it glorious like a morning dove.
it something many speak of,
and unfortunatley let go of,
its this little thing called love.