Love is the warm ocean breeze, playfully pushing hair across your face
And familiarizing itself with each individual strand.
It encompasses you in an inviting embrace:
The matching puzzle pieces to the empty spaces in your hand.
It is the rising of the morning sun after the darkest of nights.
Awaiting the warmth it brings; watching intently as it grows.
The sun committed arson, and set blaze to the sky.
A beautiful array of painted colors portrayed perfectly in ones soul.
It is the adventurous journey, not the destination.
With love, life ceases to be inert upon a realization.
You are no longer stuck standing still at a station.
It was just the beginning to an unforgettable vacation.
A fantasy to many who desire a blissful dream,
A poison that flows through the blood like streams.
A ball and chain weighing down the soul; everything's heavy,
A burden on the chest when the new morning is ready.
A heart of two sides; yet it's still only the veil of love,
A foundation that contains both deceit and trust.
Why does it sometimes end in a fountain of blood,
maybe love is sometimes confused with the shadow of lust.
A broken heart is a disaster of epic pain and hurt,
there are limited words to describe a shattered world.
A suffocating soul subjugated to the torments heart ache,
would we listen if we could hear everything our hearts say?