Sonnet 12 It is above the world

It is above the world, anytime above,
Although it's mystery I barely explain...
But who I am without love?
A mammal with a perfect brain?

If there would be no love on Earth
Would we be now alive?
Or would be finished by a dearth
Summoned by those who wish to thrive?

Still, any king with any might,
Obtained by blood and mesh,
Is nothing with no love inside,
Isn't he just flesh?

But while there's love in you and me
The blooded world on edge will be.