Jan's Poetic Collection

Love is a blade,
It cuts straight,
Right through the heart,
And give two parts.

It gives us joy,
It makes us cry,
It isn't dry,
And never tells a lie.

Love is a flower,
And it gives power,
It makes us win,
Even in loser's scene.

Love is that stuff,
Which doesn't bluff,
It makes us tough,
It conditions very rough.

Love is a sea,
Whose end we can't see,
On it if you sail,
You can never fail.

Love is a bird,
That files much above earth,
And when it starts
It begins from the heart.

Love is nothing,
Yet it is the sole thing,
It's an illusion,
But can provide the best vision.