What halts one from living this life to the full?
Assaulting the outlook, a cancer of soul?
Unlove
On the other hand
What gives every reason to leap out of bed?
To find and to fill hands and hearts with one’s bread?
Love.

What pledges all pleasures, corrupt ways to cope?
T’ward doubt and despair, proves a slippery slope?
Unlove
Contrariwise
What acts as a seedbed for wisdom and joy?
Extracts every deed thief nor rust could destroy?
Love.

What uses the other, serves things, and won’t share?
What’s spiteful, impatient, and less could not care?
Unlove
However
What gives without counting the cost, and with cheer?
Delightful, and willing to lend a long ear?
Love.

What guilts, blames, and shames, craving more without rest?
With calling of names, leaving calm all up-messed?
Unlove
Nevertheless
What stills restless hearts, and expands as it’s shared?
What “kills ’em” with kindness, no courtesy spared?
Love.

All’s well that ends…
With love.