Why falter for love?
To laugh?
To Create?
Is it natural or something more?
(As if something could be more than natural)

Supernatural?
Constructive logic?
Why falter for love?

Perhaps the risk involved is the long sheltered need for an emotional challenge. One that exceeds childhood's.

The warm cushion of love seats those who brave the unknown.
Those who see through the eyes of an owl.
Breaking the barriers of you, that you once though absent.

Absent eyes for soul's doubt.
Till the day we figure it out.
We question...
Why falter for love?