Love Is Poem by Elizabeth Lindberg

The point of life is love,
tho many fail to find it,
or if they do,
to understand that it's like
the rarest and most beautiful
of jewels,
for often when it's discovered,
it looks like just another pretty rock,
uncut and unpolished,
The point of love is life,
for without it we simply exist.
The life without warmth
or love
is one that is unappreciated
and goes unnoticed and uncherished,
like a jewel hidden under a mountain,
there are more ways to be loved then one,
but I suspect most feel more satisfied
when love comes from someone
we also love and respect,
from someone who recognizes
all that we are,
and who cherishes each part