Love, The Moderator
Love, The Moderator


Write in the letters of gold,
Love, is master of yore,
Belongs to this day and of yore.
Blossoms at every stage
At vertical of every age.
Amazing stories told and foretold.
Comforts only when finds a home.
Not all but a few allow it scale their walls
Allowing it to be a moderator
Certain ills and a few brawls.
No pedestal it demands.
Humility only give a clarion call.
Receive the endowment of life's richest virtue
Feel it, see it and believe it, it's just true.