Scarce Commodity Poem by irenio irenaeus bero

Like the rain falling from the skies
so is love
it comes from above
pure and innocent till it reaches
the hearts of mankind
it looks for no reward for it needs no missing pieces
to complete itself
it grows in the hearts of sincere man
and finds its exquisite delight on the lips of poets
it seeks protection on the hands of writers

great thinkers have defined it as the emotion
warming our presence and purpose with great tenderness
many seek to fully understand it
but as for me i simply prefer to feel it
on my heart mind and soul
many express love although few have love
but as for me i aim for love
love was
love is
love will always be
love is the gate of eternity