Love is like a chirping bird,
That flies through the sky,
Informing the world,
Of the joy to be celebrated.
Love is the scurrying of leaves,
Rustled by a chipmunk,
Searching for food.
Love is the words when there is silence,
Love is the beauty of the world,
That only some can see,
Love is the truth behind the lies,
Love is the kindness of the world.
