Love

They talk of love

Like it is an act,

Designed to engulf,

Destined to hurt.

But do they not see

The reason behind?

How it transforms

When it is unkind?

It creates, it curates,

it makes, and it breaks.

It makes you strong

For a million heartaches.

Love is cruel,

Love is blind,

But love we must

For it makes us kind.