Poetry

Love is a thing that can't be found.
It is an abstract feeling...
One strong enough to kill.
It may stretch a long distance,
but may also drive you through like a
lance.
It drives you crazy,
and makes your senses grow lazy.

It
makes your heart beat,
feet dance,
brain think,
eyes see,
ears
hear,
nose smell,
and mouth taste.

If there was no love,
The
world would be without the symbolic dove.

Torn apart,
All life to
depart.

Just try to love.
Try to be smart,

And listen to your
heart.