A Proccess

Everything happens for a reason. That I know.
That I believe in.
Things build themselves up, a proccess really,
They build themselves up, then tear themselves down.
Through nothing but tears we realise what reality is,
For the better, and for the worse.
Nothing makes sense, when it comes to love,
But you know for sure that when you look up at the sky,
The darkness,
You will see stars, no matter what the weather.
The stars will be in your eyes,
They will shine,
And you will just know,
That love has come to save you.
Love is all it takes to save you.
Lie down.
Look up.
Watch the butterflies frolicking in the breeze,
See the sweet poppies, their petals barely touching,
Hear the hummingbirds song in the trees.
Listen to the wind, whispering words of truth,
Shouting,
Screaming,
Screaming at you to love.
Love!
Let there only be love.
You will see, that it will somehow find you.
You might walk, on an empty street,
And it will come to you.
You will realise that it was there all along,
But you had never embraced it.
Embrace it!
Love!
Follow the winds, listen to the words,
Follow your heart and and find your soul,
Don't leave them there in the dark.
For without love, there is only darkness,
Only misery,
Only pain.
Love is light,
And creates warmth,
And is sometimes completely unrecognisable.
Love numbs your whole being,
And sweeps you off your feet.
Oh! you cry,
Where have you gone?
A black hole, accumulating time and space and nothing more?
Somewhere blinding, dangerously beautiful?
Painful almost.
Love is,
Painfully beautiful.
We crave it,
We must have it,
We must use it always,
We must let it define us.
Our souls,
Our hearts,
Are as one!
Love between us two, is as one.