Poetic sense

In poetic sense
love has no rhyme
no boundaries in space
no boundaries in time

love isn't perfect
nor blessed
love isn't in you head
but found in your chest

cant think
what your heart feels
and if you can
then it isn't real

race, sex, age
cant help who it is
but without them
you just cant live

2 in a trillion
preset lottery
who you love
brought to you by destiny

when the time arrives
take full advantage
once you find true love
it will never come again