How is Love
It is not a furious, passionate fire
Consuming and raging for all of time
For the precious forest is soon burned up
And lustful, quick burning flames will die
It is not a flashing, sparkling firework
Whistling and exploding to light up the night
For the brilliant colors will soon fade away
And bitter, sulfurous smoke remains
It is a drop of cool, clean water
Dousing and cooling the angry coals
For the sake of another it douses a fire
And its kind, selfless sacrifice remembered
It is a twinkling, shining star
Winking and whispering way up in the sky
For all of eternity it shines boldly forth
And is gentle, constant for all of its years
Love is a need and desire
To stay close to someone, now and forever
Not obsessive, not restricting
Not something to take without a second thought
But it is something to be given
And gratefully received
Sweet and selfless and never blind
Love is always, always, always kind