Love is a food, a peculiar meal at most.
This type of meal comes afloat. Many
avenues which bring joy to most folks.

Love of money is a false hope, it demands your
attention and that kind of love is pleasured for
today, but is stored into a tomb of false hopes.

Lust is consider to be love, but when your eyes
are opened, your fall into a pit of smelly jelly and
you will begin to hate love.

Do you love yourself out of the womb and into life
given above? Who are you and what your made of?
The flesh and the Spirit are at war, but the heart of
all things is Love.

The occult mocks the natural form of love, so when you
realize the images given to you about love, is what brings
you to death's door. From the foundations of the earth was
void and without form. So love entered in and formed it's
course.

Love does not complain, it substains. Love does not hate, but it
appreciates, love is guiltless and only can receive the special hand,
love is a tree planted on barren land. It gives hope to the lonely of heart
and it understands. It does not cradle but gives you freewill and a mind
to stand.