Love is its own reward
You cannot capture precisely
The meaning of love for it is an
Oblique advance upon a hill by a
Skirmishing soldier
Love is still the sadness if you call it love
Of never being able to fulfill, erase, complete,
Infuse and destroy enough
So what's that in the eye of eternity?
Love is more than just three words
It is sustained by action;
A pattern of devotion in the things we do
For each other everyday
The real meaning of love in its actual essence
Can never be word portrayed, but action portrayed
