To gain love is to gain the world
Triumph in it's most earnest form.
It's given by another who does not
feel defeated, but won.
To give love is a brave and new act.
Powerful and selfless upon whom it's bestowed.
By God's hands it's molded, by humans it's shouldered.
We gladly reap what He's sewed.
Love is a burden we long to bare.
It's a sadness that we ache to feel.
And a happiness that we constantly seek.
Because we hope to be hoplessly head over heels.
Though undescribable. Love is known, yet unbelievable.
His gift cannot and should not be understood.
And if it could be, who would want to know?
Love is the troublesome trek to discover something good.