The phenomenon

Love is a phenomenon, broken, fixed and trampled on.

The heart it yearns, the mind it learns, apart, and upon.

Take with a grain of sand,

Hold tight with both your hands.

As small and infinite, here on earth.

The sand exists, dust and hearth.

Prey it spills, and falls back down,

Upon the ground, around and around.

We go with love, like the stars above.

The gift to smile, instead of frown.