Love is light
The world is revealed
when it flickers in sight

Love is kind
Warm summer evenings
and a glass of fine wine

Love is right
No matter what might
for it is blind

Love is like the dawn
at the end of the night

Love is dark
It often corrupts
and tears you apart

Love is dying
For a cause that is Just
or carefully maligned

Love is fighting
over truth
with lies

Love is like torture,
involuntary
and filled with fright

Love is both
the dawn
and the night