It has no form,
Yet it moves mountains.
One can’t have it,
Yet two can share it.
It is hated by some,
Yet treasured by many.
It is the most confusing thing,
Yet in some spaces of time,
It’s the most understandable thing the world.
It moves the heart,
And lightens the soul.
It drives away fear,
And increases bravery,
The protector and the defender,
The calm and the sure.
But be warned,
The maker can also be the breaker,
The calm can be the ill tempered,
And greatest madness can be found within the deepest solace.
Yet, when the warnings are heeded,
Life can be happy and fulfilling,
Beautiful and everlasting.
Love is all these things,
And yet they are none.
Heed my words
For I’m only the messenger.
This is the second one I ever made