So.
Tell me, what's love?
You seem to me,
able to enter
the infinite.
You seem to me,
able to find
absolutes.       >>just fine<<
But.

That's ******* boring.

Love, perfectly fit for broadcast.
When some, like us, are out on our ***.
So. Define love.
Because my love is pain, thankfully,
but you manage to sing it so sweet.
So. Love and peace?

For me, love is heat.

And if the heat is missing,
are you asking me?
That Love's placation.
And placation, I'm learning,
isn't my driving force.