Love, a feeling that's so sublime,
It comes in many forms and designs,
Like a river that flows and curves gently,
Or a stormy sea that's wild and free.

Sometimes it's easy to recognize,
On some occasions, it's in disguise,
It's often shrouded in secrecy,
Silently waiting to set you free.

It can be like a flower that blooms,
Or a butterfly that flitters and zooms,
Appearing and vanishing so quickly,
In moments of joy or melancholy.

Love may come in many ways,
It can be a smile or a gaze,
A gentle touch, a whisper or a kiss,
Or...