Love is no weapon scorn

Love has no weapon's scorn, no Taliban to describe it. No Artemis Gorden heels, no nobility to describe it.
Love is a tapestry of odds and ends never failing nor fading; where
greek gods embrace your odds and ends in a world never fading.
Love is a broke-back mountain that winds and bends like Spira; an upper Final Fantasy series lest we persevere her.
Love is an endless sonnet that shall never set sail; an angry sort, a lion hort, with the will and whisp of an Elysian tail.