Love,
its warmth,
its beauty,
its pain and sorrow.

They make me yearn,
make me scream,
yell,
and cry.

Love,
its wonders astound,
confuse,
and baffle all.

Why must you be so difficult?
so hard?
so cold?
and yet so desired.

Love,
you are the end,
the beginning,
and all in between.

Thank you.