True love is the noblest feeling,  
that the mystic self can attain,
For it is completely blind
to criticism or judgement,  
And hate, revenge and self pity  
it can easily restrain,
Like the dog's undying love
for its master good or bad,
Or the mother's unrestricted love
for her baby happy or sad;

True love is mentally abstract
with no physical connection,  
And cannot be confused
with ***, lust and egoism,
For it is mated with intuition,
kindness and understanding,
And fused with loyalty
and human compassion,
Sustaining a permanent
fondness and affection;

"Love" as it is widely used,
is too shallow and common,
and is not really love at all,
Because true love for many people,
is something they cannot recall.