L . O . V . E
Love, that wondrous thing, That makes our hearts take wing, That fills us up and lifts us high, But also, at times, makes us sigh. For love can bring us joy and pleasure, But also pain, a sharp-edged treasure, A double-edged sword that we wield, A force that can both heal and yield. When we love someone with all our heart, We open up, we give a part Of ourselves, a piece that's true, A bond that's strong, a love that's new. But sometimes, love can also be a curse, A burden that we cannot reverse, A weight that bears us down, so heavy, That we fear it will break us, so steady. And when we fear to lose the one we love, Our hearts ache, our souls cry out above, We grasp at straws, we hold on tight, As if to lose them would mean the end of our light. But love is not something to hold in chains, It's not a thing to be constrained, For love is meant to be set free, To fly, to soar, to be. And if we love someone, we must also let go, And trust that love will find its flow, Tha...