Love Is Love

In a world where love is measured, weighed,

Conditional strings that bind and fade,

Let's delve into the depths of the human heart,

To unravel the essence of love, it's very start.

Love is love, or so they say,

Yet, its meaning morphs with each passing day,

In this modern realm of fleeting desire,

Is love a mere commodity, up for hire?

But love, ah, true love, it knows no bounds,

Unconditional, steadfast, it resounds,

It transcends the confines of romance's realm,

Encompassing family, and friends, in its heartfelt helm.

For love cannot be bought, nor can it be sold,

It blooms from within, a priceless mould,

Money and power may attract false affection,

But true love resists such shallow deception.

In this intricate dance of hearts and souls,

Love's purity shines, its wisdom unfolds,

Beyond the veils of illusion and pretence,

It unveils the truth, the profound essence.

Love is acceptance, in all its vast array,

Embracing imperfections, come what may,

It holds no prejudice, no bias, no walls,

For love embraces the beauty in us all.

So let us strive, in this world so wide,

To nurture love's flame, with compassion as our guide,

To cultivate a love that's pure and true,

For love is love, and it starts with me and you.