Love donít sweat in rain, sleet, or snow.
Ití cool, calm, and collected in dealing with foes.
It doesnít worry. God gives it an upper hand.
A decisive advantage over every other man.
Love donít sweat, it tag-teams with old school.
When they think its sleeping, it comes right at you.
It may have to dress up in camouflaged fatigues.
And repel upon you from the tops of trees.
Love is intimate. Its close and personal.
It gives you a hug and says whatís happening Bro?
It is indiscreet with nothing but good intent.
It can suddenly change and want revenge.
All is good in a world of love and hate.
Love has never gotten to the party late.
Itís the Maitre Dí who greets you at the door.
Itís extremely confident and never insecure.