That Which Is Love:

It comes from within
A tiny little spark,
That catches on fire
And engulfs the heart.

It's embers are red
And gives off a glow,
A nice toasty feeling
From head to toe.

It's a constant flame
A good heat source,
To warm up the soul
Without any remorse.

As the smoke rises
So does the passion,
A heartfelt gesture
Amongst all the ashes.

There is but one goal
To keep the fire alive,
So that which is love
Can grow and survive.