Colin F. Jones

LOVE

Love is a multitude of moments,
Gathered for easement of use,
A word built of many components,
Unaffected by hate and abuse.
It begins with a single letter,
Then advances from one to two,
With time it gets even better,
When the third letter is added for you.
The fourth takes most of a lifetime,
To make the word love complete,
By then it will always rhyme,
If the poet is wise and discreet.
Having learned that it’s ill defined,
By those who use it to cheat.