L.O.V.E (LUV) love?
Let a poem be the best way to describe love,Or yet woefully unequal to the task,Value all the senses this one aboveEver yet we all hide within our masks My love for you is burning, churning yearning in my chest,And my heart that’s fleeting beating heating from within,My eyes forever being seeing fleeing toward the best,My brain the worst to tame and blame and game my sins. I stopped loving--truly loving--long ago,The pain outweighed the passion every time,No love was like an ocean but a lochThat holds a monstrous worry like my crimes.And every time I reached my hand to touchThat monstrous monster snapped and snarled too much.