Carrier of Love

This I wrote believing that I was the only one who could and was truly showing love, but alas now I understand the truth!

Enjoy!

The Carrier of Love

The air is not a carrier of love,
It does not fly in on the wing of a dove.
Love is earned, given, then you can receive,
What it is that we all now call love.
Tho do not try and deceive,
That one who does over conceive,
That love just comes on cupid's arrow.
For you shall bring them a great sorrow,
If your love to them is not the real,
You must tell them a'for the marrow,
That you hath never love them a great deal,
A'for they find themselves that you don't feel.