Love can be a beautiful lie that is covered by hate,
It can be a smile shown in the light of the weak,
Love can be flesh bled dry to sate rage of fate.
It can be as simple as three words,
As complex as a spider web,
It can break the strongest men,
It can shatter the brightest soul.
Love can be a scream of agony,
A cry of despair,
It can be a shout for joy,
Or a scraped knee on a little boy.
And one thing it will always do,
Is lift you up to the highest cloud,
And drop you back down on earth.
