Classic Poem

Love is hot, and love is cold,
Love is gentle, love is bold,
Love can perish in a day,
O and love can last alway;
Love hath rived my heart in twain,
Love hath healed the hurt again,
O sweet Love!

Love is heaven, love is hell,
A dream, a truth, a miracle;
Love doth ripple like a rill,
Love can roar the torrent still;
How can weakling words portray,
That which over all hath sway,