Love

Love is a fearsome fighting creature

It knows no bounds,

Knows not when to stop or whence begin

Love is the most wondrous of flowers

With blooms of color that stagger the mind

Yet it is also the weed

That knows not how to creep or simper

Rather, proudly it stands

to thrust Its way skyward

Yet love cannot be counted on

For when the strongest dose

Is so desperately needed

The vial is empty

But tired and weary

We come to our homes

At the dusk of another day

And love is there.

Burning stronger and fiercer

Than ever before,

Ready to uplift,

To strengthen,

To bring joy,

To remind that eternal,

Love is there.