Love is a state of the heart
Love is a work of art
That no man can hold or contain
But with those who are true, will remain.
‘tis not a raging tempest of lust and fire
Nor the gripping sickness of desire
‘tis not full hypocrisy,
Or envy consumed
Nor sets a legacy
To which all are doomed.
Love has but one request
To whom the unfaithful will detest
That when trials and tempests want to destroy
What has been molded and destined by a greater Being
And fear and deception ravage and ploy
That honour and integrity will be greater deemed.
For ‘tis said that once you've abandoned yourself to your art
Love faithful and true is an eternal work of the heart.
An eternal fire
An internal flame
That with those who are true
Will remain.