Love don’t sweat in rain, sleet, or snow.
It’ cool, calm,  and collected in dealing with foes.
It doesn’t worry.  God gives it an upper hand.
A decisive advantage over every other man.

Love don’t 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 what’s 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.
It’s the Maitre D’ who greets you at the door.
It’s extremely confident and never insecure.