Glasses

Love is a rhythm, a steady heartbeat.
Love is a river; a strong, flowing current.
Love is devoid of lies and deceit.
For true love is sure, a path between two.
There's 1,000 roads, but all the end meet.
There's confusion a-plenty along the way,
but once in the center there's nothing to say.
It's simple and pure, the answer is clear.
Love is just something we have at the start,
it'll bury into fear, then we dig out the heart.