LOVE

It be a tiny spark
Or a widespread wildfire.
It be an itch of  heart
Or a plunge of desire.

It be a war of emotions
Or a truce of hearts.
It be living with memories
Even when the way parts.

It be a tree in the desert
With not much to spare.
It be rain-bearing clouds
Rarely being fair.

It be a never-healing wound
Even after you mature.
It be a virus that corrupts
Even the souls very pure.

It be the greatest of mysteries
To you and to me.
Love, my friend is something
I didn't expect it'd be.