A feeling,
masked as a knife.
A feeling,
true as a match.
It's alias matters not,
for it is not right.
The true form contains all,
for life is bared to it.
Love is that feeling,
which is truly a match.
For if too fast or slow,
It won't like and burn out.
But if hearts are kept true,
the righteousness appears.
Giving life a fire,
which can be extinguished not.