Love is not found in grand gestures
or complicated schemes
It is found instead in soft glances
and half-remembered dreams
Love is like a feast, a meal for the soul
that satisfies and makes you whole
It fills you, gives you what you hunger for
yet always keeps you wanting more
Love is not a gemstone hard and cold
to be traded, bought and sold
Love is more a flower, a single rose
whose scent softly tickles your nose
Love is not shouted brazenly for all to hear
instead it whispers softly in your ear
Love encourages, builds up and sustains
through all your fears and your pains
Love is a newborn child, barely one day old
whose future is as yet untold
How it will change and turn and grow
only time alone will show
Love is subtle and forever ever changing
responding always to life's rearranging
Yet it is constant as the greatest sea
enduring and lasting all eternity
No scale can hold it, weigh or know it
no man can see it, not one bit
For love can be measured only by this
the passion found in a lover's kiss
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