Love oh Love

What is it about love?

Is it imperfect, skinny, fat or fit like a glove?

What is love anyway,

Does it make you feel free or tightly locked away?

Who has the right to love,

Is the answer seen in the beautiful rainbow above?

Does love have a voice?

Does it deny us the right to a choice?

Love the four letter word,

It can’t be silenced, it must be heard,

Love is too broad to be bottled up,

It’s way too much to be poured into a cup,

But drink it we must if alive you want to be,

It’s the power of love that makes us free.