Love

What is more precious than time,

Is felt more than pain,

Needed more than air,

And is what all want to gain?

Though it is not lost away,

Some people never find it.

It's worth more than being the richest man,

And if you were, you could not buy it.

Even when you cannot see it, 

You know it is there,

And yet can be such a fool of what lies beneath.

Though it can mend broken hearts,

It can cause you so much grief.

- Whimsical Writer