Preytell

If not of love-
then what, preytell, shall I speak of?
If not for love
We wouldn't have been here.
If not the consept
of lovers nature born
Tell me what kind of mortals would walk upon this earth?
Of what Preytell shall I speak of
If not love?
Shall I speak of heavens,
There, above?
Shall describe the place
where loved ones, weary of earthen strugles go?
Or shall I tel you about the place from which comes snow?
What, preytell, shall I speak of?
For anything I speak of
I can bring back to love.