Love is an enigma. 
Nothing defines mankind more.

All seek it.
Some for a lifetime. 

Others would die for it. 
Poets try to describe it. 

It can't be bought, or sold.
Though many try. 

If found nothing compares.
It fills the void in a soul.

When love gives birth to passion,
It consumes like a fire. 

Yet, once this treasure is realized,
Often it is treated as indestructible.
    
love is actually like fragile rose. 
Needing cultivation and constant care.

Neglected the weeds of temptation grow. 
Choking out the beautiful bloom. 

Love and sex can be perfect  companions 
or the fiercest of enemies. 

Nothing destroys love quicker 
Than lustful temptation.

If passion fades love wilts
Becoming a stem of thorns.

How can something so beautiful 
Become something so painful? 

Love can't stand alone. 
It needs trust and selflessness. 

So,  live for love
And love with passion.