Love

Love
is

not what we want it to be

it is

what

it is

it follows no schedule

it

leaps ahead

skipping steps

gleefully

to sometimes stall

and sometimes flounder

it cannot be forced

or created

and sometimes cannot even be nurtured

it is a wild beast

that rips and tears

or

flicks it ear

and stalks away

it has no reasoning

no wisdom

and when closely analyzed

seems to have little substance

and despite what we know of it's nature

we hunt for it

all our lives

but only catch it

when we stop

and stand

and wait.