Love breaks us and batters us hollow—yet it is the cure we find,
We’re slammed to the sand by the tempest, then tossed to the crest, unbound.
Love brands us with iron searing—yet frees us from flesh and fear,
It drives us past all human limits—then breaks the bounds we revere.
And caught in the whistling wind’s current, we’re falling—or soaring high,
Whether death waits deep in the shadows, or crowns us in a blazing sky.
2025.05.19