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.