Love is a necessity
If you don’t have one then it’s a pity
People run away from it in the name of chastity
But the real deal is scarcity
Real love grows within
And it’s nourished by the air we breathe
On laps of patience it is anchored
And the pole of hope it is coiled
Do you need a love portion?
Or God’s heavenly intervention?
Is it a quest in a cave?
And which directions should you have?
You will have to search the rocks
And break the chest locks
For it takes a great deal to find a jewel
But it takes a great skill to tell if it’s real
For the determinant of real love varies
Just like the content and size of diaries
My road to love is in my north
But yours may be lying in your throat