The weight of the world is incomparable
To the weight of a single word.
We dare not think nor touch the word 'love',
For it has lifted souls and broken spirits.
As humans, we often fall in love
But never do rise in love, it is all rather strange.

Few say, it is the poisoned petalled prisons,
whereby roses of emotions flourish
with the pain and heartache, and that
love is a part of heartbreak and vice versa.
So we stem ourselves on a foundation,
That becomes afraid of love, yet find love
to be the most beautiful thing, we could ever
come to love and come to hate.

Pivoting on such a word, those who do not
Attempt to romanticise the notion.
Romanticise love, as those who often do, say,
Accept that love is evident and existent,
Dream of a world that dares to write of it,
Often, we fall out of love, but we grew to be
Xerophilous in regards to life of love.