Poem about love.

Love is a school
Where you learn a lot
Learn how to cook
And clean and talk

As a baby learn to walk

At very  beginning
You learn to stand
Then learn to listen
And understand

Love is a rope
Between two strangers
Rope could be strong
And love could be deep
But
Rope  might easily rip

So love has many faces
And types
It depends on experience in lives
But only one and endless Love
Lives in the sky
Lives above…