love is a careless thing
burrowing off strangers pockets
love is there to catch you in the winter rain

love only burns so long
   for one or the other; but love--
                 is a memory of two lovers
making each other better.
Love
    is a stinging pain that seeps vitrolic freedom

love is a thing caught late that prematurely
blossoms into song.
Love is a promise that marks a heart.
The Earth before she birthed her silver baby
mirror. Flotsam blended to the sea.

Love will always be there to warm you
when you both know you were wrong,
love is a power play built on character reference
love is the morning sun swimming in the fish's dying eyes.