Love Love serves for all even all with doubts, for stability, and for the soul. Their majority use it in private ness and sometimes secrecy; for estimation, it will climb; and for stability, it will balance and hold strong; for passion is its affection to those who feel strong, and perhaps judge of particulars who de feel, one by one; clear the face of ruth, and rue never. It perfects nature, and is perfected by experience; for natural abilities are like natural plants, that need pruning by learning; never flashy; to show only the naked eye nor to its surroundings; times many will it show scarcely; to those who believe will see. Loving souls are content, simple hearts admire them, and wise hearts use them; for they teach not their own use; but that is a wisdom without it and above it, won by observation.
To believe and take for granted, nor to find talk and discourage, but to weigh and consider, love is, crafty nor a norm; for it's it's own meaning.
Love is not a punishment, for those who even abuse it; it is distinct in more ways then seen, for blindness is a role, quick-eyed love, for those who choose not to see; therefore punishment is an opposite for love is a rare holding. Destruction, hatred, wracks, ravenous, nor abundance seek love; altering does show for it is it's ultimate challenge. Love develops into habits, if taken carelessly; for habits are not always chummy.
To love another, to have another love the, to have both; it forms the soul, body, heart, mind, and spirit. No other word nor picture can describe it, therefore its own lock is rare and perfect once it fits; to fit perfect is rare but once found imagination is its key; its lock is the heart and only the one can ope