Is love the feeling of being safe or is it when your heart feels warm?

A feeling which knows no boundaries or has no lease

Does it matter whether one heart is torn?

Or if you can love again with ease?

Destroyed by countless invisible thorns,

Surrounded by your perfection is when I feel peace.

The first gaze upon your beauty was the day a new heart was born,

The last gaze I prayed for our love to never decrease.