Love is when anger angst and pain have drowned your soul,
And your every instinct tells you to stop or swerve
When hate’s actions could be justified in full,
But you still care much more than they may deserve.
For love does not take, but in taking gives~
Just as the sun steals the cool, concealing mist
Replacing it with warmth and glowing rays for all that lives,
Makes the sacrifice worth all that was ever risked.
Love is not sport nor fair, nor a simple game
And is much harder kept than it appeared when it came.
ismene 3/98