Love.
It’s bitter.
It’s caring.
It shred souls,
And woos hearts.
It fills one with
Desire.
To claim,
To maim,
To fight,
And cause pain.
It makes one
Surrender.
To the glory of another,
To the passionate touch,
That ignites tempting fires.
It builds our
Dreams.
To stumble,
To be stronger,
And take what is our’s.
Love.
It is human.
It is animal.
It is all.
Let it claim you,
Mind and Soul.
You can’t be a good writer without being a good thinker. This is a depressing thought for a writer. ~ Andy Rooney
Kember's Journey 