Love, not hate.

Love.
So innocent, soft and pure
comes in all sizes and shoes.
It's not for you and me to decide
which Love is wrong
and which is right.

Because Love is that gentle spirit,
not marked by your worldy shit.
Unbound, and unrestrained.
Free from the clutches
of your disdain.

The love of a mother for her girl,
of a girl for a boy,
of a boy for another boy.
of a boy for the world.

What good will ever come,
from pointing at it a gun.
Think not that you'll dissuade.
For love only grows, even in hate.

Its love, its love, it is only love,
that will save the world.
After that terrible storm,
the rainbow will shine again.
For the dead, and for the living,
Love will rise again.