Love, oh love, is a fragile thing
Love, dear love, involves a gold ring
Often bittersweet
But such a treat
is Love
Love is a holiday
Of which I wish I could stay
Love is a kiss, such a magical wish
A walk in the park
But filled with light and dark
is Love
Love is a bind
Often quite blind
Love is a fix
That doesn't always mix
Love is mostly happy
Sometimes very sappy
Love should always be wanted
The highest goal
Of which I wish
I could acheive
is Love.