Conceived on the back of a whisper,
as soft as maternal breath on infant neck.
Rooted in the innocence of schoolyard crushes,
as devastating as grade school heartbreak and shipwrecks.
It was the dew that dotted fragrant blooms at dawn,
the gentle breeze that blessed the leaves with song.
It started as a simple murmur, a tickle underneath my skin,
then grew until it could not be contained in the house it was raised in.
Four walls where it was nurtured, and took its very first steps,
quickly became a prison that kept it repressed.
Once it escaped, it outgrew its shackles,
and set out for total world domination.
No longer a speck, but closer to a splatter;
a stubborn stain that would not be erased.
It echoed through the mountains, reverberating from every cliff,
then clapped with the thunder in the sky,
nothing was quite as deafening.
It blared through the streets in loud speakers,
and serenaded the cities like sirens;
the sound amplified every time
it bounced back and forth between the high rises.
Like a bull on a rampage, it raged like a river,
refusing to ever be ignored again.
Its innocent purr was replaced by a ravenous roar,
sure to intimidate its enemies into submission.
Though it began like most fairy tales do with a rose, and a promise,
it soon grew stronger from the reassurance it received from every kiss.
When it opened its mouth, man and beast alike stopped to listen,
trembling from the fear of ever warranting its vengeance.
Faster than first responders could manage,
it infected the world's nations like a violent epidemic.
There is no manmade weapon quite as powerful as love,
not even natural disasters could deliver such damage.
When it is mutual, it is undefeated, and invincible as the gods;
like the alpha, and omega, it is all some believe in.
A force to be reckoned with, love deserves an extended round of applause.
It started from single-celled humble beginnings but evolved into its very own universe.
as soft as maternal breath on infant neck.
Rooted in the innocence of schoolyard crushes,
as devastating as grade school heartbreak and shipwrecks.
It was the dew that dotted fragrant blooms at dawn,
the gentle breeze that blessed the leaves with song.
It started as a simple murmur, a tickle underneath my skin,
then grew until it could not be contained in the house it was raised in.
Four walls where it was nurtured, and took its very first steps,
quickly became a prison that kept it repressed.
Once it escaped, it outgrew its shackles,
and set out for total world domination.
No longer a speck, but closer to a splatter;
a stubborn stain that would not be erased.
It echoed through the mountains, reverberating from every cliff,
then clapped with the thunder in the sky,
nothing was quite as deafening.
It blared through the streets in loud speakers,
and serenaded the cities like sirens;
the sound amplified every time
it bounced back and forth between the high rises.
Like a bull on a rampage, it raged like a river,
refusing to ever be ignored again.
Its innocent purr was replaced by a ravenous roar,
sure to intimidate its enemies into submission.
Though it began like most fairy tales do with a rose, and a promise,
it soon grew stronger from the reassurance it received from every kiss.
When it opened its mouth, man and beast alike stopped to listen,
trembling from the fear of ever warranting its vengeance.
Faster than first responders could manage,
it infected the world's nations like a violent epidemic.
There is no manmade weapon quite as powerful as love,
not even natural disasters could deliver such damage.
When it is mutual, it is undefeated, and invincible as the gods;
like the alpha, and omega, it is all some believe in.
A force to be reckoned with, love deserves an extended round of applause.
It started from single-celled humble beginnings but evolved into its very own universe.
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