Love

Neither the craving of the flesh 
Nor the eager of the heart can minimize the terror
Whether born brave the sound of love weakens the bolds
Whether regarded vicious the aim to win often fail
The loss occurs through the battle of sweet emotions 
Giant as you can be yet so softly to be defeated by the phrase
The titanic sank down to hear the sound of love
It hit the ice berg to salute the meaning of it

Trials and tribulations to express it 
The moment to plant a golden seed cripples the nerves
It is meant to be told yet so hard to cough it out
It is meant to be shared 
Yet fear threatens the voice that intends to spell it out
Dearest and sweet as it is 
But traumatic to press the alarm that rings it loud
It doesn’t matter how beautiful 
Thus it goes complicated to confront 
Sweet is the sound of it yet manipulative to elaborate
So precious like a diamond but disruptive to illustrate
Easy to practice thus so full of isolation to live it
To breathe it is not less to be compared with
The sabotage of self life
Daring to dance for its rhythm but fail to sing along the lyrics
Prepared to walk and storm across the desert 
Although so terrific to think of the thirst ahead
So green in a distance but doubts to feel its paradise
So silk in touch like a velvet finish fabric
But uncomforting to wear it on
We live to have it and dream to live it yet it seems to be
Far from the planet we live in.
Souls die in fear to face the innocence that measures 
The nature and true meaning of it.
They say true love never die but dead are the hearts that are dying to embrace it.
It is simple and caring yet takes the breath of those who invest in it.
It is divine to melt thousands hearts into one though it kills and crush one heart in second.
Love is precious yet so vicious when it is mishandled.

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