Love is sacred, it is never a mockery;
Love is unexpressable, it is not told;
It is over-bearing all the burdens you must hold;
ever forgiving, ever understanding.

Love has no definite meaning,
it is just that four-letter word;
( It is no poet could write
no eloquent speaker could recite.)

It holds smile and not reproach.
It is rewarding, it does not know vengeance;
Love is overpassing the trials, the sufferings,
and into the eternal glory of loving.

It is not obliging nor compensating,
Love does not feel any pain, the sorrows and the
thing;
It is not limiting, it has no bound,
it gives life it does not kill.

Love is a gift, it is freely given;
Outreaching the unlovable.
It knows no change, it never fades;
So love gives nothing less than the best.

Love is sharing, giving and never selfish;
It is not possessions, not holdings.
Love is the soul, the spirit, the embodiment
of the highest perfection;
An orientation of the heart that informs
every virtue and keeps no records of wrong.

Necy