Love is an mixture of many disparate qualities which never intends to harm the other. Sometimes it could be ferocious as a wounded tigress and sometimes loving as food is to the mouth.   
   
Love is unadulterated because if it is her distance foe-lust, then it isn't she.   
   
Love is pure, strong, helpful but not foolish or unwise and I wouldn't say blind but it does shut her eyes for there to be room for correction.   
   
Come what may, love is love and isn't as defined contemporarily as been an exchange of a treasure for gold. It is of course, the best quality there for even humans and spirit, she dwells there above and here on earth.   
Do well to love and be love.
										An Italian Sonnet:   
Title: Love   
Two contemporary poets, one theme.   
   
A feeling of affection roams the air   
Moving desperately without sheer ease   
But that perfect feeling won't surely cease   
A chance in lovers long lasting affair   
Can bind hearts even after a despair   
Ample  attributes that whispers yet screams   
Even when tough times continue to tease   
Love extols joy, preserves the perfect pair   
Oh love, jewel that strings them together   
Strengthens inseparables for actions   
Love does binds faith and courage forever   
Hand in hand, they regulate their mission   
Together they will make them all shiver   
And yet, work for love through all dimensions   
   
    
An octave and a sestet   
Faith Chinenye et Samuel Hope Uchechukwu									
 
								