Carved by genetics, created with character, and connected with all of mankind.
Young at mind, and pure at heart.
Cradling innocence incompetent of wasting away.
We have rose from the shadows to make mountains dance.
We have adorned our virtues and are unabashed by our vices.
But living for ourselves leaves us feeling empty without the manipulation of love.
Love is enriching, complex, and insightful.
Tattooed in name and brand for all to see.
Love breeds catastrophe, driving the consciousness rabid with emotion.
Love has been harnessed and is wildly untamed.
Passionate and hungry, mentally insane.
Love is a silhouette cast down from the moon.
It shows us light and we shelter inside its shadows.
Love is immortal, conserved in the atmosphere awaiting its next hosts, floating in patient silence.
Love comes in waves and washes away all of the sickness harboring on the hillsides.
Like a master painter love fills my eyes.
Cunning and brilliant, it sheds my disguise.
