LOVE is the sound that you hear in the morning when your
mom wakes you up
it's the chiming bells that whisper in the brittle air and
tells you to keep speaking up even when the crowd has gone
silent
LOVE is the breath you make that contributes to the
air around al of us
it's the diminishing form of life that gets weaker year after
year, but is more pure to hear only because it's
yours
LOVE is the push on your back that tells you to
fall forward into the darkness that lies ahead
it's the mystery of life that makes each and every one of us
claw our way back in to this hell-hole of a world
