Love is a spring,
a fountain of igniting hope,
to match a birth of an entity
that is you.

Then you get the touch
of a loving mom's fingers
your own delicate ones curve in
and
you know you are
being loved by someone.

The sojourn of life
takes care
and
each one of us has a share
of love and hatred,
as a pair,
none can be spared,
either.

As one ages past the life’s visit
then hope in human beings is born
when more folks loved, pass by
then many more are reborn .

I'm just one with you
give an ounce of it
the world will double it for you .
Albeit be genuine
that’s what is about being loved
loving comes true,
hence an adopted
pen name of mine..
Loved ,
wish you all knew