Love Letters

Love.
The letters seem so empty.
There's nothing special about an L,
Its just a right angle.
Does this mean one day my love will change?
That I'll go in another direction?

Yet the boring O says something different,
That love is continuous and forever,
Part of the circle of life.

And the V is just as normal,
Unless you see the ancient symbol,
V is a woman, her womb, its life,
Which makes sense, love is part of life,
Or so the story goes.

So E must hide something too,
Some deep meaning beneath the surface,
Yet find it I have not,
Maybe E is the mystery of love?
The spark that keeps the fire going?

Bringing it all together I'm still rather confused.
But that's the point though isn't it?
Never understanding,
Just enjoying the confusion.
The beauty that such a plain word holds.