Love

Such a fickle thing,

Soft,

Sweet

Slow.

It gets to you,

It takes you,

It makes you,

I helps you.

Yet,

When it goes.

Yet,

When it ends.

You are left in the cold,

Alone,

Others move forward,

You try to follow.

But not all manage.

I stay behind.

Such a fickle thing,

Soft,

Sweet

Slow.

Love is,

what drives us forward.

It is makes us,

Get up,

Fight, 

Overcome

It gives us,

Passion,

Energy,

Power.

We do the impossible,

We move mountains,

We change our lives,

We become the best of us.

I am,

A hopeless,

Romantic,

I am cursed to love,

I am blessed to love.

I love so much.

I know the pain

Of not feeling,

Love.