Everyone thinks that love is a choice or a feeling, but for me instead, it's more than a reason to believe there's a life form, which we don't see wheezing, When eyes first meet, you've planted a seed, watered it with every awkward moment, without a face body or reason, love has sprouted from dirt in your easement, It bends in the wind, it turns in the night, it grows in the silence, without wrong and right, Not bound by skin, nor words we repeat, but alive in the places where two shadows meet, Born not from the ground, blooming so seamless, silence profound, a force understood, with misunderstood language, another lifeform we strive for meeting, All things living carry their end, love no exception, it burns withers and bends, leaving not ashes, but echoes of memories, reminders of a life too vast for our hands.