pressing ink into pages,
seeking the good in the bad.
it f*king stings as it ages,
what a time that we've had.

these bruises on my heart
make it so tired & tender.
but when I look in your eyes,
they make me remember,
to release all the strife...
hate's soul burning ember.

here is where we are now,
and pure love is the sender.

Not all LOVE grows straight up and down.
Some winds left, right, all around.
It's power shows, roots deep underground,
rocks crack, soil parts, earth dampens the sound.
Sometimes it emerges, as if Mother's crown,
leaves and colorful petals up on a tree's bough.
For a season it's admired, showing us how
it came from where it was, and went back to be found,
'cause not all LOVE grows straight up and down.