Love is a winding, twisting rope;
Which way next, not yet known.
Love is a kitten, playing with toys;
Years of happiness to yet enjoy.
Love is a mother bear;
Protective, watchful, and easily angered.
Love is the wind blowing around us;
Breezing by, and soon to end.
Love is all these things and many more;
Too numerous to describe.
Without love in our hearts,
How could this world survive?