Human Nature: Part 2 - Love

Oh humans, oh dear

Out of all the emotions

They can feel

But not describe

Is the strange,

And beautiful,

Sensation of love

It blossoms between a look

A question

A smile

It hides in the cracks and crevices of a heart

Waiting for a spark to kindle its flame

Sometimes the flame is flickering, faint

Or sometimes it is large, blazing

It is called powerful

Or called weak

It can hurt

It can heal

It can inspire peace

Or start wars

Love is,

Will always be,

A wondrous thing.