Perhaps everyone is born a monster,
Growing in wickedness and villainy everyday
Until certain requirements are met.
Love, whether it be from man or woman,
Or somewhere in between,
Is the power that binds goodness
To the vessels of the heart.
Every soul born into this world
Is at sometime fixed unto another,
Filling both hearts with love and devotion.
It is important we are careful with this love -
As evil remains behind in us,
And if love were to be untethered,
The heart would not break or shatter,
But rather spill its contents.
Spilled love is wasted time,
Withered intimacy, and jagged memory.
But if one can hold onto this warm bond,
It is worth every emotion you have.
In this life and the next,
I will find you,
And I will love you.