Most believe love to be
A stone plate
Their efforts forever
Etched in the slate
But the truth is
Love is more like sand
You pick up a pile
Just to have it run through your hand
You struggle to force it
And keep it there
But as the wind blows
It falls apart in the air
You look down at your hands
And notice they're bare
You scoop up more handfuls
Only to watch them
Break into shambles
You try to hit it
And pack it to the floor
But everytime you smack it
It just breaks apart more
Love is not the boulder or pebble
It can not be measured
To any level
So be careful when you answer the door
When Love does knock
Its not always there
Unlike the rock
It's not limestone, quartz, or granit
It doesn't last forever
So never take it for granted