Love is one day in school,
Doing his best to stay awake.
The next day he’s in the field,
Trying to score for his team.
On some days I find love in the corner,
Smoking his 7th stick of the day.
And then I found love earlier today,
Trying to fix himself.
Love was deficient
He could not see nor hear
Love kept stumbling on to his own laces
And only heard defeat
Love was far from perfect
He is clothed with mistakes and flaws
The past frequently haunting him
But I accept love
Because when love looked up
For a moment, I am free to breathe
The ocean can no longer take me away
For I have found my anchor
And so I sharpen my sword
With nothing but love in mind
You fight with love
When you find love in despair
Because the love I know does not forsake
Nor does it let you fight alone
Love’s hands are gentle but firm
And love’s grasp are tight enough to get through it all
-SNM
