The truth of love,
what is love,
what is love but a complex thing,
that flows from the greatest of heights to the lowest of lows,
suddenly there,
and suddenly nowhere,
and suddenly somewhere in between.
Yes, the truth of love,
sometimes glorious,
sometimes mean,
and ever changing so rapidly,
ever changing from the blackest of blacks,
and the soberest of moods to all the colours of the rainbows,
and of all the emotions,
the most powerful that we can ever feel,
oh, how great is love,
when you are not expecting it,
and unexpectedly love is revealed,
for what a wonder is love,
and how wonderfully love puts a glorious happiness,
upon the faces of those who it enchants in a glorious feeling,
and how beautiful it is,
when it puts the magic of the heavens,
and the heart in the mind,
and all glorious feelings that come with love,
love that spectacular thing,
love, yes, the most beauteous of all feelings,
love that arrives so quickly out of nowhere,
as if a laser beam,
oh, what a magic thing, what a magic thing, love,
and all the feelings and all the emotions that it does bring.