A bunch of arbitrary letters with breaks in between
What does it really mean?
Black ink smeared across the page
Flowing freely, not trapped in a cage
What is L-O-V-E?
Merely curling letters, or perhaps the key
A representation of one’s deepest feelings
A way into a heart without the peeling
The letters stand beside one another, strong and proud
Creating whole new meanings, sometimes lost in the crowd
It doesn’t take much to understand, only an open heart
To soak up it’s true value, the beautiful, simple art
