Love is a thing shared by two.
It’s what you feel for me and you.
It’s precious when shared.
And gives you sweet fruit if cared.
It wanders and searches for the one.
If cannot find, there’s no fun.
It makes the world go around
And makes us happy if the one is found.
It turns the world upside down
And blooms the roses in the lawn.
It makes you cry,
When the one bids a goodbye.
It’s experienced by all,
It conquers when you fall.