Love is innocence

Love is innocence,
like the purity of rain,
about the childish insane,
within the bloody dame.

Love is wonderful,
like the colourful sky,
about the enamoured fie,
within the people who die.

Love is hidden,
like the rogueish thief,
about the darkened streets,
within the demons asleep.

Love is me,
like the poem entails,
about the words entrails,
within the deep of heart.