Love shines at the edge of sound,
Running endlessly, crossing seas profound.
Pausing, it enters a heart once broken,
Healing the soul, while thoughts are shaken.

Is this love, boundless and true,
When you'd sacrifice all, and more too?
Or is it obsession, a fiery flame,
Longing for the one, in a never-ending claim?

Running in laughter, embracing the world,
Silent moments, with eyes that swirl.
Feelings grow, roots deep inside,
Is this the love for which you've cried?

Crying, you're always there to soothe,
Smiling, you're the reason joy will move.
Angry, you're the one to blame,
Yet you accept it all, with love the same.

The heart, like tempered steel,
Shaped to be strong, but fragile too, real.
Over-tempered, it may break apart,
Yet still, it is strengthcrafted by the heart.

Think, my friend, and ponder well,
Is it true love, or a dark desire's spell?
If it's love, chase after it with might,
Or let the heart speak, with questions of the night.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Miraman, in the year 967 AF.