It fools the inexperienced
and breaks the ones who aren't careful.
It's the thing we always look back to
and always look forward to.
It's strong and brutal;
but creates color.
Patience is always an issue
You tell yourself "that's enough for now"
but it's never your choice
Our hearts have minds of their own
It is endless
There's nothing to explain it, really
But no matter how many songs, or poems
that are written about it,
No one really knows
just how it happens
which makes searching for it
all the worth while.