Love is eternal.
It is seen as maternal,
It can be paternal.

Love is romantic.
A feeling so fantastic,
Your heart feeling elastic.

Love is friendship,
And it is also in kinship.
It is every relationship.

Perhaps, that is why love sails.
A medicine for all those with ails.
The one thing that is most uncertain for males.

Love is being kind,
And lending a hand to the blind
It is also something that’s now hard to find.

Love is complex,
But can be a seen as a reflex.
Perhaps that is why it has many defects?

Love is free,
Yet, everyone does not agree.
It is rather concerning to a certain degree.

But will love endure?
A struggle to procure,
The truth of something so pure.

For me, everything has love.
Even the tiniest star above.
And it’s ambassador, the dove.

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Poem 4 in the new Words_against_War series by Vedikha Lakshman-Singh

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