~precious Gift~ Poem by Marop Aron

I once was told Love is the most precious gift there is,
What I heard was true,
For what better gift is there given?
Oh! you have any clue?

Guess not,
Love is precious,
For us its word of description to express our feelings,
but its just like heteroecious,

It may have different stages,
to change us, but that is a part of that precious gift,
But the best part of that gift,
is that it will live on as time drifts,

For its the matter of the start,
or the ending,
but most of all its all in between,
for what makes that gift interesting,

Love is a precious gift,
its given by many,
it will live on,
continuously,

If you accept the gift,
for it is precious,
you must take care of it,
and be gracious.