What can Love mean, if not beauty

To whom Love may be,
Thy people on the world don’t see
That thy Love may inspire
Although some times thy hearts are a liar.

This doesn’t mean all
Thy beauty shall throw it all therefore
Just because its said
Love Is something that has never lead.

Indeed it has,
Thee not needing to apologize
Perfect for whom thy is inside,
Never a tear of sadness has cried.

All thee stories told,
Which can whom soon unfold
For a perfect beginning,
A music string forever beaming.

How beautiful Love be may,
And all the paths for whom it may lay,
Making everyday of sunset,
Slowly more beautifully set.

Thou soul like an ocean,
Sprite of thy like a magic potion
Yet thy speaks I no need to hear,
Because my heart then stops to tear

As soon as thou is close by,
It is Love and I may not deny
And even though some whom don’t understand,
That Love is like a beautiful commend .

Indeed I haven’t yet found,
Thy beloved sound,
That could fill my heart inside,
And let all the pieces I need to slide.

I for thou shall wait,
No matter how long it will take,
For me, Love may inspire
And a true thy heart, is never a liar.