You are the beauty the world tries to hide,
the jealous strive to be, or at least to steal,
upon which the leeches try to feed
but what you are cannot be matched
by any solid form, or tune, or poem.
You are the happiness that eases the mind,
lays to rest the worry, the soul soothing kind,
the peace that beckons chaos to calm
the smile that shines upon the world,
brightening the sky to stifle the storm.
You are the love that floods the heart,
rushing to heal hurt, remains of pain
and eradicating the stains of the past-
to drown the anger and hatred out.
You are the love of which dreams are made.