What Is Love? Poem by Duncan MacKellar

A simple spark of deep desire,
The gentle gaze that sets the fire.
Often spoken, sometimes meant,
Heat of passion, sweetly spent.

Pleasure sought and object lured,
Emotions cherished and endured.
Forever, or a brief affair,
Not forgotten, always there.

Few resist and many fall,
Some are wary, not at all.
Found in tears, a smile, a sigh,
If unrequited, passes by.

Not for sale at any price,
Trust, compassion, sacrifice.
Common bonds of tempered past,
Kindred spirits, first and last.

Feelings ever changing flow,
Nurtured well, the best will grow.
Is it ever understood?
This much we know, love is good.