Love

It stirs in us all. Waiting for its chance to be seen It is desperate, fast, and warm, It is happiness. Everybody claims to have felt it, Pumping red hot in their veins. Many are tempted to fight it, But never succeed. It stirs in us all Waiting for its chance to be seen It is destructive, painful, and intense It is hate If it were to trap us all, We might claim our lives are perfect But sometimes it lets us fall. Our hope slowly crashing with it