The idea of Love,
a simple thing, a white dove,
flying, trying to get free.
In a cage, it sits, like destiny.
The idea, love can happen,
as a shirt can stay fastened.
Quick fingers, work at buttons,
this time you starve for it, such gluttons.
The idea love stays through the night,
unto morning, brings a bright sunrise.
A light the brightens the way,
a dark hallway,
lit with delight.
May it keep one's heart light.
