Love Conquers All

Love conquers all.

I'll say again:

love conquers all,

except for pain,

and floods of rain,

and blighted grain...

It can't stop that.

Love always wins.

If didn't win, 

then not the end!

Except for when

we lose all friends,

and divorce trends...

It can't top those.

Oh, love trumps hate;

it's power so great

that love trumps hate...

except for fate,

matters of state,

that one ingrate...

There love falls flat.

But love lives on!

No love is lost

if love lives on

unless there's cost,

a killing frost,

or gales have tossed...

Then love gives out.

Love covers doubt,

illumines lies

and wipes them out

except white lies,

or broken ties

that ostracize...

No fixing that.

Love conquers all.

Except some stuff

that's rather rough...

Love wins enough...

I call Love's bluff.