Love's a path; Virtue for the brave
led by a beautiful creature it is
in soul's not perfect but aspire
Entrusted thy heart; shall grow, bloom,& lives

where every soul devours his own bloodbath
Instantaneously shutters; air dust
Love is bound to fall in its own path
Heavenly, Blissful, or gold into rust

miraculously, adrenaline kicks
fated; as if the universe insists
in a variety of races; mix
A pure love mends solitude; persists

Live throughout life as if it's made to love
for people do fly but not all above