Fall

A poem about love

Love is the place where nothing is said

The comfort you seek when laying your head

You are yourself minus feelings of dread

A dictating passion that burns a deep red

It calls for your all, so be at your best

The drumming of war is the beat in your chest

Onward you thrive, though time is the test

For love is forever, so it may suggest

When love is young it lacks all the tension

It feels as though you may be lost in suspension

To other worries you pay no attention

You live on a whim, no time for convention

Though like all things that live, the larger it grows

The more that it means, the more that it shows

It takes heart to go with the constant thrown blows

With power it pushes, with power it flows

Though you may get caught in the rush of it all 

Taken and swept by its powerful call

It cannot be paused, theres no hope for stall

It changes your life, starting just from a Fall