that cause you pain ,
love the stones
they teach you rough..
love the woman
who kicked your butt ,
love the man
who called you slut..
love the crowd
that revile and jeer at you..
they teach you the warmth
when others cheer for you .
love the things
you hate to do ,
they help you realise
the passion in you...
love the bricks
you climb upon ,
love the rap
you learn from..
love your foes
it melts them down...
love your friends
I guess you do...
love leaves you humble ,
love helps you rumble
secrets you never knew..
the joys and frills-
you consciously strew.
love moulds your vision ,
love gives you a reason
to love thy psyche
to live your life......
what allows us to endure?
I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved. "- Meister Eckhart