Whatcha Call It?

A drug that help is unfamiliar with
Dangerous if used with the wrong intention in mind
Loose lips that recklessly rewrite the origin of its meaning
It hibernates in my heart
I use the verbal form of it from time to time
The decision is mine
I speak it with my chest
Proud to call it mine
The utterance of it in the form of a whisper send chills up and down ones spine
It matures like  immature  wine over the years
Travels in and out of season like trees
It's color varies like the warm and soft earth tones of leaves
A postal stamp on a relationship
It's public perception creates a buzz that rivals bees
It begs for attention
Please please please

It has no desire to be minimized to narrow comparison
It's that determination to carry on with a cycle
No hesitation
Mocking the track record of the Moon faithfully following the Suns lead
That stone that holds the stoop
That seed planted on the banks is only as strong as it's roots
Shall not be moved
If used properly
Last will be first, perhaps running a race alone
Filled with random taste
You would swear you heard it in a song
Neither right or wrong like life it carries on
Love!