Is it love, this warmth inside?  A glowing.
A growing sense.  An indecisive mind.
Fractured light on searching

The crescent moon

suspended

like a pendulum

in the sky.

It starts to swing in sync

with the tides.

Always changing

but constant

This thing called Love

Shares the taste of sweet bitter emotion

A shoulder to lean on

Unconditional devotion

Then again

It’s a movement in the mind

A tugging at the heart,

The jerking of your chain

That pulls your world apart.

This feeling,

Love is life's sweet reward,

for without it

life would be a meaningless

abyss.

Love has no reason,

but infinite purpose.