what love is:
i have fallen more times than rain, but need i say,
that love may not be love unless you bleed, i say.
a cliché creed i suppose, before we all cede,
but shackles are not for men who are freed, i say
how we read and still talk about variety,
love is the content that looks not to greed, i say
it thinks, it learns, it takes its time, it is patient,
need i say, there’s no adrenaline speed, i say.
love is fat-free, cholesterol-free lush raisins,
never too sweet for the teeth to take heed, i say.