True love can not be spoken into a lover's ear. It cannot be heard by a most sweetest dear. It cannot be given in a box with a bow. It cannot be taken forcefully, or no. It can though, be felt by the sincerest of heart Between two lovers ten worlds apart Who yearn for each other and look to the moon Knowing their lovers are looking at it too.
One of those silly little poems on a concept I'm not supposed to know anything about because I am too young. Well, pooh.