Love

The thing that holds us together,

in every situation.

The one that can cause rifts, borders,

boundaries. The thing that holds respect,

but does not always show it.

That one catch, when you feel like falling.

The surprise in the darkness, & the dull on the surface.

We want to cherish it. It is in our blood to endeavor...

to survive. Love is not always provided,

but it is a reward we receive. Our one & only,

desperate craving is only quieted.

Should we defy the subject of love?

Is it our one & only chance for reconciliation?

Shall your heart be subsided, working

to keep you alive...

Can it be utilized for a more significant action?

Can thou heal a heart?