Love is a stone

it holds value
it is found in all sorts of form and expanse
it builds up mountains -a foundation, if you will-
and carves a special place of its own.
it is unique in color, frequency, rarity, and boundary
it can be carried forever or can be lost and found again.
Maybe not by the original passerby
but by someone, sometime, somewhere, somehow

yet love is a stone
it can be missed, overlooked, misleading
it is used for weaponry against the ***** from which it was formed
thrown with all its might
cast deep below conscious water
it can turn out to be a fools gem
a dull rock that was once seemed so beautiful in the eyes of the blind
the eyes that saw all the glory of the world
Now gaining sight it sees nothing and wishes to be blinded again

Love is fickle
Love is indomitable
Love is a grain, a stone, a boulder, a mountain, a whole world
Love is exactly what it is, love..