You take love and make it into a soup.
I take love and fix somebody's failing fence.
She takes love and makes it into a book,
or writes a song, or sends her cartoons off
in the e-mail for love.

He takes love and fashions it into an IED
and straps it to his chest
and tells us that
his love for his god and hate for us
will take him into the Promised Land.

Some will COOK for love.
Some will LOOK for love.
Some will LOVE for love,
and others still will even HATE for love,
and then will even EXPLODE for love.

We are a confused species
still full of alternatives.
And some are far more
constructive than others.