My love is never weak,

its strong and out of control,

my passion leaks from the creeks of my soul,

I mean the hole that holds my heart, its messy,

its not together, not positioned perfectly, its crooked, its ugly,

has clouds of darkness poured within,

but the expression is deep, stories it tells, it holds a body of work,

lyrical words untold, collections of books written down in bold screaming to be told,

telling on the heartbeats in song, the instruments are desperate to flow,

it feels lowered like 6feet under, passionate golds not found, its depth digs,

tears pour from the sea deep under water filled with feelings,

cup spilled, it touches textures extinct,

its an animal, untamed behind shades of creations created through wants of others,

its not fresh wrapped in plastic, its open, crashing down the color black,

bringing flashlights on the doubt, scaring fear away, innocent it is,

still a child it loves, its gentle, warm, down to earth, eye on the world,

its sensitive, its still beautiful through it all.

My heart.