What is Love?
A question that ponders the minds,
but connects to the soul.
That brings out the fierce,
but still admires the weak.
It is as delicate as a flower
as a whisper on the breeze
as fragile as a sapling
and as gentle as the snow
as it sprinkles from the heavens,
but it can be as the frost.
with intricate patterns cut through everything we know
to train a new design
that sparks a fire of jealousy within.
It is as strong as an ox
barreling and triumphant in his gaze
who fights the strong storms
and will conquer all.
Love is like the western sky
it is lit up like a painted fire
which burns and thrashes about like a wild mustang
and can turn your heart into shards of glass
with one wrong move.
Yet it repairs
it builds and constructs up from the ground
to create something completely original
a story for ones willing to accept
something that grows and thrives while
asking to give up and sacrifice.
It creates pain yet mends the wounds
love is extravagant and graceful.
It is hidden and forbidden.
It paints pictures of elegance
while causing fires
for it is wonderful.