Love Description

Love is a form of a seed from high above, Heaven In the veins of men it flows In the heart of men it grows Impossible for it to germinate in the presence of drought, floods, tropical cyclones, and all natural disasters known to men - hate The water and light to sprout To encounter is to devout God shall make the soil in you fruitful, fertile and prolific Roses are red, The sky is blue, Leaves are green Love is like a sword of fire Produced through a furnace A lion roars the strength of it Heart be glazed with fear Everybody has the bundle in them But not everybody carries it Because everybody is nothing but shrinking violets Roses symbolize it, The thorns around it, Cut deep like a razor It's either you bleed or feel more love Love remains a seed In my eyes, in the air entering my lungs the blood flowing in my veins And the thoughts painted on my mind.