It fools the inexperienced

and breaks the ones who aren't careful.

 

It's the thing we always look back to

and always look forward to.

 

It's strong and brutal;

Happy

yet sad.

 

It's blind

but creates color.

 

Patience is always an issue

but happiness,

 

vulnerability

 

comes easily.

 

You tell yourself "that's enough for now"

but it's never your choice

 

Our hearts have minds of their own

 

It is endless

selfless

beautiful

 

There's nothing to explain it, really

But no matter how many songs, or poems

that are written about it,

No one really knows

just how it happens

which makes searching for it

all the worth while.