Some say love is not but false

Others say they’ve felt it twice

That even through its faults it remains a gift to life

If I were to choose, I’d see it through

In hopes I might feel it too

That sweet and nourishing touch from someone who cares enough to love

For those who opt to not, in the end is also fine

And wouldn’t rot their chances if their unloving phase subsides

If truly they start, and become open to change

Then with clearer eyes, bad habits they must break

For love is a hurricane, a life changing phase, If you let it be.