Lord knows,
sweet love flows.
With all that's bad,
we have sweet love glad.
For every good,
there's a honey love mood.
In a world with so much pain,
sweet love can stop rain.

Out in a soaking shower,
sweet love can tower.
Pain drenched wet,
 visions of sweet love set.
As suffering falls over glee
sweet love comforts thee.

Sweet love can be a ghost,
no need for a warm host.
Inside the heart and soul,
 sweet love will unfold.
Out on a walk relaxing,
sweet love might be taxing.
Sweet love lives in the head,
even if never feed,
it will haunt until dead.

On a sweet love crusade,
so sweeten the sour lemonade.
Sweet love in a poem,
 ghost grabs the arm,
 sweet love dreams storm,
the thought so charms.
A piece to a puzzle solving,
 sweet love truly evolving.

A hopeless fantasy in mind,
sweet love may become unkind,
turn a vision love blind,
 may never focus find.
Like an engine running,
it will always be stunning.

A negative and positive icon,
can be a never ending recon.
Frustrating when not found,
on the scene a lift off the ground. 
Sweet love properly treated,
can never be totally deleted.

Once bit,
that's it,
can't quit,
there you sit,
love smite.

G