Love (Old Poem)

Love is always isn’t fair,
But somehow love is always in the air,
Very often love produces the heir,
And love can also make our hearts tear.

Suppose love can also make us dare,
To grab something but at last leave our hands bare,
And because love is something that we share,
And therefore love will always be there.

Love often represents a pair,
A family, a community, it’s everywhere,
Love doesn’t need any fare,
It’s a journey and rides with care.

Sometimes love makes people stare,
Sometimes love makes people glare,
Sometimes love don’t give us a scare,
Because love is as strong as a mare.

But the most important thing is,
To love the people we care,
This is what we call true love,
And so in mind we bear.