The hardest hearts fall apart still beating.
They say it starts growing dark once bleeding-
Only the strong can move on once broken,
But I deplore, there is more unspoken.
Even the mighty still have their moments,
Weakened by the strong heart's true torment:
A brand new face that radiates sheer lust,
Can weaken knees, with meakened pleas from us,
Can slyly silence the loudest creatures,
Can finely brighten the shrouded features
Of a, once happy, humans' love filled eyes,
And completely rescue them from demise.
So, perhaps love isn't just for the strong,
Perhaps, It's what gave us strength all along.