Some claim to see a virtue doubtless
In Ayn Randian kind of selfishness
Painting as they do with the same brush
Altruism and spending money on oneself
Asking as they do innocently, what is love
Love is not a thing to be described in words
Though poets have tried to give voice to it
If you have not felt the stirrings of love
That sets aflutter your heart innocently
Any number of words you use eloquently
Will fail to do justice to it in any manner.
Know Thyself 