Many love well,thought they faith may fancy see;
Beauty that deceives the eye;
Idle love of smocked dreams in farry land;
Greedy love looking for safty of others care;
They all err;
But when Cupid kindness of the soul crown and blessing
in highest grace regard it,
is given to ungreatful heart
Wealth of beauty soul
becomes only foolish gift of
dimond thrown to the blind
and thy heart depart;
as to thous who can't give thy heart every day,
never thruly gave it
in the bargain made they meant
true judging body beauty or the solid panny
when doesn't met they're expectation of wealth

Love without fears who doesn't measure words as medicine
leaves a bit of bitter taste of lemon in the mouth
but for thous who can make lemonade of life
they have the greatest telent to have all thee
of gracious love within
as the humble love for itself grows like flowers
that gives life power blessing to multiply thousand times
to be shared around and bring burds to spring of soul

There is no winner in this love riddle
except for thous which two hands holds with each other
with faith to listen beating hearts
in spite of death to hold the secret of the stars
of purest and sweetest kiss
to the rad rose breathes Eternity.