the riddle

Yet to be understood is the riddle of love,
from where it comes and how it grows.

But here we be,
presented with this gift,
so precious and rare to know,
as we hold it in our hearts.

Honor and respect, it does command,
as we cultivate and bring it into full bloom.

Moments spent,
each in their own time,
one by one by one,
so treasured as they be,
are what we have in store,

til time, it is no more,
should we be so wise,
as to see its priceless value,
just for we,

and care for it, and give if feed,
to grow stronger by the day by day.