The poetry of love is not seen in the dark recesses of your mind, but in the warm glow of the rising sun as it spreads its rays across the mighty earth. The poetry of love is not heard in the negative rumblings of others, but in the soft whisperings of a summer breeze as it caresses all with its gentle touch. The poetry of love is not felt in pangs of guilt or fear, but in the depths of your soul where beauty and peace reside.