Cobwebs and Dust

Cobwebs and dust don't have a place
Anywhere within our living space.
They shouldn't gather or come to rest
On any shelf, case, beaureau or chest.

And most importantly, they shouldn't form
On the more ephemeral parts of our dorm;
You know the place, you know the part:
A little region known as the heart.

Dust shan't find a place to settle here,
And the spiders shall all be forced to shed a tear,
As their cobwebs will find utter peril
If they try to make the shelves of the heart other than sterile.

There's only one thing in this area clean,
And it's called love, and it looks pristine.
It never goes bad, 'cause it never expires
And it'll never immolate, 'cause it's protected from fires.