This Could Be Love.

Love is a wild thing, like an animal trying to break free;
Over and over again, it tries to escape as we hold on.
Venturing to all distances to find the one we’ll never let go;
Ever so, we like to believe they’re out looking for us too.
Ideally, love is the solace missing from one’s life;
Smoldering under the weight until it sparks its own light;
Guiding vessels though bitter seas, back to gentle land;
Even on the darkest days, love is a flare in an austere night.
The compassion kept in each others arms;
Time will never have its control,
It’s really so many things to try to explain;
Never could capture all of its flavors in one.
Graphically unique to those who can imagine it,
But never limited to only those rich in mind.
Life wouldn’t be breathing, as love is as vital as air;
Only a single gasp will get the soul invigorated;
Who could ever live their whole life, holding their breath?
Just for a day, in clear skies, in an overcast haze, there it will be.
On coastal shores or on rooftops, scope out to the sea and wait;
Because love will never arrive in the time or shape expected.
Simply put, the days can only be spent to marvel what love truly is…

Funny, eh?