A sonnet about love

Love, epitomic incarnation of life
a holding of the heart with warm intent
a gust of wind between husband and wife
love, the only thing with rights to amend
Communion with it and you will always
drink from the reservoir of its success
A look, a kiss, a touch, an honest gaze
and suddenly your sheltered in its bless
Love, the interlocking mesh of two souls
a generosity that keeps our hearts alive
a gathering of the heart that has one goal
if partnered in two, it will always thrive
Love, its the only thing without a doubt,
that can claim you, then turn you inside out.