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.