Love is not just a canvas to our hearts but a DNA of our souls.
Because of our primitive brains we constantly trivialize it’s existence.

It’s a tissue that can repair a soul in shambles.
It can free a heart in exile with it’s symphonic sound and surely turn thee into it’s veteran.

It can give life to a place of bleak emptiness.
It can fill the shores of our hearts with proverbs not even tides could erase.

It can grow a flower in the dark and yet protect it from it’s nightmares.