Do you ever wonder what lies beneath?

What, under all th ehate and negativity, do you unsheath?

Love.

Simply love.

But what is love?

Is it some force up above?

Or is it something made up?

Some silly mock_up?

To me it is something innate,

Something no one can ever recreate.

It is the warmth in one’s chest

That is felt beneath the breast

The force that binds us.

The force that kinds us.