Written by: Maxeen Deas-Dennis

Love can be looked at, as an abstract 
and can seem like an artifact, encased in a crusted bundle, 
buried somewhere deep waiting to be discovered

Love is found and excavated, gently brushing the ruminants away
trying not disturb the true essence that was neatly preserved

Now, Love can be displayed, so people can see that
even though it can be still, It can always be real 
If only you can believe that love can be, indeed