Love, interesting isn't it
Sometimes it's doubted
Until you feel it
Once you experience it

People doubt its existence
I beg to dream and differ
It's in its independence
Love's in its trancendence

Lasts through forever
It exists in truth
Doubt it? Never
It's existence forever

Born through sight
Developed through time
The greatest might
Through day and through night

Hit the target
Straight through the heart
I couldn't doubt it
Anything about it

Here it is
Love in its whole
I didn't expect to find it
Especially so soon

How one person can affect another so much...
Good, Evil, Neutral... Love is transendant.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Midsummer, in the year 151 MA.