Love Is Merge Poem by Charles Melody

Love alone is love apart,
Love so right is merging love,
Togetherness is all above.
All is large if we must merge, many trees
Makes many woods.
Just but one, can not prevail,
When embraced, the cold seemed
low.
Being alone is embracing cold,
Embracing cold is loneliness,
Loneliness is weariness.
Weariness tells of life without
Happiness, when we merge is when
we're happy.
If love should tarry then love
Should be merged.
Love is merge! love is merge! !