Many say we are prisoners to our elements
Yet we feel at our freest when we chase our passions
Rain spoils the fun, making one's tears run
The next day showing rich green lush
We hate raising our voices as we yell out profanities, new and old
Just to then scream with joy till the universe hears our praise
Love is a contradiction waiting to happen
Bodies closing to the grave
Yet mind high with the clouds it's raised
Love is never ending in it's confusing ways
Yet the way to love always remain the same
Accept the contradiction
Its flaws and plausible tacts
As only our hearts can describe whats at play and whats at Stake
Love.
A pyramid so great.
It'll leave anyone shaken to their base.