Is love a liability?
or does it have inherent utility

Is it a window? a door? a linkage between persons?
exchange of pleasure, or of pain?

perhaps a refrain
to solemn hymn
or joyous anthem?

How does this come to be
this connection between people?
how are our barriers so overcome?

Is it done by stealthy stalking tentacles
slipping in then through cracks in our shells?
Or is it by unsubtle hammer-blows
that smash our walls to pieces?

Do we, like Narcissus
Fall for ourselves
cruelly ignoring a heart-smashed Echo

or is it we who cry out in vain?

Love is hard to explain....
It's the weakness, intensity, caring, fighting, living, breathing, and sacrafice.
Thats love.
Hard to find, easy to loose.
Don't take it for grantted. Because you never know if you'll get it again.

love ist good when some one can give u the same feeling back.