Love Definitive

Love be a sacrifice on altars of ideals, A communion with the dreams of someone; Love be a sharing of how loving feels, A grand leap of faith to the heart of the sun. Love be a high on a peak of euphoria, Or drop to the depths of a fathomless pit; Love be a vividly fixed moratoria, Emotional jigsaws that don't always fit. Love be a snowfall of virginal whiteness, The fresh morning dew on the first day of spring; Love be the sky in a summer of brightness Or cold autumn half-light, grey and fading. Love be a holy crusader on earth, A despotic tyrant who spares not the rod; Love be the cry of an infant at birth, The passport to heaven, the right hand of God. Love be a puzzle, a box of surprises, An instant of wonder to last evermore; Love be a collage of glorious devices, A certain uncertainty, sure yet unsure. Love be whatever means most in existence, Sometimes familiar, ambiguous or new; Love be subjective, so hence my insistence: Love be whatever...whatever be you.