Love is a gift that is said to be gave,
To demand of us all which we crave,
Fiery passion is love’s way,
Making us live and value this day.

Impatience is another of its traits,
The heart always feels it cannot wait,
For the love, which will intoxicate,
All that comes,
And what will come to be,
It is not love,
That claims all it can see.

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