Don't Look Down, I'm Holding Your Hand

Love cannot be comprehended.
It is a way of life, concealed
From all who dare to learn it’s ways,
From all who dare to say “I love you.”

Love is an emotion, not an action.
It can be verbalized, and seen,
But never truly tangible by humans.
The Way is learned, not taught.

No human can ever teach to love.
Love is an act within itself.
An act of unselfishness, compassion.
It demands and punishes cruelly.

Any brave soul that dare to try
Will not be allowed through today.
Love will not be sought out.
Love will be stumbled upon.

It is the most unlikely of events,
That two people may realize that
The second hand that holds yours
Belongs to one that reciprocates love.

To reciprocate love is to love unconditionally,
An act to be tested by most.
Unconditional love is merely a test
Of your willingness to sacrifice for love.

Is it love if you would rather hear
The beat of one’s heart over
The beat of a band’s bass drum
More than anything else in the world?