L-0-V-3 Poem by Elliott Gilbert

Our greatest instinct is love.
It will hit us, kick us,
even give a little shove.

Our greatest fear is too love.
Afraid to leap into the air.
And hope together you will soar above.

Our greatest gain is love.
It over joys the soul
makes it fly away like a dove.

Our greatest loss is love.
It pains our whole body,
makes us feel like a ratty old glove.

Love is so many feelings.
Its eclecticness raises the bar
above all the worlds things.

For without love we could not have pain.
We could not in turn have joy.
Worst of all without it we would go insane.

So feel joy when sad.
For in order to feel it you must have loved.
Loved enough to have cared about what you had.

Love is not a simple emotion.
It is not something figured out.
Its complexity is deeper than the ocean.

So let us rejoice our greatest gift from above.
Next to the life we have been given,
our greatest feeling and gift, is love.