Love is Human

People talk about the love they claim exists,
the love where flowers flourish and puppy dogs kiss,
the love where the sun never fades behind a storm cloud...

How proud
you must be to have established such love,
because I have honestly never had it (or seen it)!

Believe me when I claim, with full honesty,
that I do not wish to tarnish or maim
the 'integrity' of such love.

However I do wish to call into question,
at a cynical hearts suggestion,
the reality in which that love survives.

The love I know thrives
after hardship, for the fact that it is still standing
is a testament to its strength.
The length of time means nothing in the eyes of love,
because oftentimes it is happiest at its earliest stages.

Love hurts and it fades, only to burst forth in envy,
Love hates and it is fickle as hell,
always coming and going, you can't ever tell
what its going to be doing next!

How vexing, I know,
but to come and go and see the change
and to know that at the same time it has stayed the same!
That is the love I know.

Love will change and love will fade
and love will hurt and love will hate,
but the reality is...

Love is human.

Love is faulty, and incorrigible.
Love will fail as often as it will fly,
and to deny this is to lie
to yourself.

Look upon love as that downtrodden friend,
needing support and needing a hand,
but will always stay with you
should you nourish it and

do not ever forget,

Love is the most important thing this life has to offer ones soul.