Love is every emotion,
in a babies first breath it lives,
in a bodies last breath it gives.

To give and take,
to hold and to for-sake,
To rip a part everything in anger,
to put back together again,
in hopes this time things will be better.

Love is passion love is strong,
eyes become blinded to see,
their lover can do no wrong.

Nothing else could ever be so powerful,
as the words spoken from loves mouth,
able to make your heart feel dreadful,
and in the same breath gently blissful.

Like air, love is everywhere,
it is impossible to ignore,
for with every tear that falls,
for you your heart it will restore.

I say this of love
for this is what I feel so much of.
loves pain and misery,
loves lifting light of peace and safety…

Love is simple to feel to make and do…
yet, it is so much of everything for it is all…
the sky above reflects loves hue….
the ground below grows loves beauty…
every heart with every beat pounds love through our veins…

So how is it that hate still builds its many evils…
when it is love hate has crossed with so many times?
Love can never be truly broken by hate…
for love knows how to shatter on its own ground…

Love is not shy of hate…
for looking such things straight in the eye…
will only serve to dissolve such vapors in the wind…
love will still be left standing strong in ~the end~.