Love is not a vapor in the mist,
But rather something that is fixed.
Love is something to be missed
When it seems to be a mist.
Love is always worthy the time,
Even when it is set to rhyme.
Love is the crux of every feeling,
And ever so revealing.
It once descend as a Dove
To show the Almighty’s ever transcending love.
Love is something one must obtain
Even if you have to Strain.
Love is the heart of our desire,
For it seems to light our Fire.
Love such a colossal theme,
Cause it seems to be most people’s dream.

Some seem to know it not,
For no one ever fills their pot.
Yet some seem to be so overflowing,
That they seem so high their energy never stops going.
Oh, yet some seem to have little given to them in the end
Nevertheless they give and give till they can no longer bend,
Like an elastic stick that only bends so far
They break wherever they are.
Finally, a small group of beings seem to observe all the rest,
So in the end they have knowledge and wisdom that is the best.
- Tam al’Meir, the Observer