Love Lives Poem by David Duease

Love is living in the air,
You see it growing everywhere.
It's in the flowers and the trees,
It's even blowing in the breeze.

You feel it's warmth upon your face,
Enfolding you in loving grace.
It blossoms up to fill the air,
To fill a void that once was bare.

It lives inside you and me,
And was always meant to be free.
It never can be bought or sold,
Forever young but yet so old.

Love can be so many things,
Like a pair of matching rings.
Still sometimes it can slip away,
To return another day.

Love has lived throughout the years,
Bringing laughter sometimes tears.
But if you let it in your heart,
Love can be a work of art.