Love moves you.

Love moves you.

It calls you back,

Stops you from leaving,

And forgetting

The meaning of things.

It keeps you alive

On the inside,

And sends your

Heart in a spin

When you fear the weight

Of its loss.

It shows you the unknown,

What it means

To be other than,

Both

and

Makes it real.

Love carries you to places

You have never been,

A world never seen,

The view

From another’s eyes.

Stripped,

Of artifice

And disguise.

Love is

A wondrous journey

Along a dangerous path.

An adventure

That should not

Be so blindly taken.

For it can be hard

To find the way,

And accept the need

For self changing.

Taking responsibility

For the damage

You can do,

When you take

A lover’s heart,

For granted.

Doubt can visit

In dark times.

When the way

Is obscured from view

By the winding of the road,

As it rises and falls.

And sometimes,

We can reach a fork,

With no directions

Clearly marked.

When progress

Is mired

By indecision.

And fear of failure.

Any choice

Is bound by risk.

But in the end

We take them anyway,

Ignoring the pull and tug

Of bloodied thorns.

Even hesitation

Is but a thought,

Hardly a flinch,

Nothing more,

It is what this life,

And love is for.

Nothing is spared.

It takes all you are,

And makes of you

The best version,

All you were meant to be.

When love is real,

So is the world.

And you would fight

The very devil himself,

For the right to find,

And live,

In the open arms of love.

Forever.