Love is a spark,

A fire, a flood,

A hand to hold

When you’re sinking in mud.

It’s laughter at midnight,

It’s silence at two,

It’s knowing the worst

And still choosing you.

It’s a storm and a sunrise,

A scream and a sigh,

It’s wishing for wings

Only sometimes learning to fly.

It bruises, it heals,

It stings and it sings,

It’s broken glass floors

And diamond-bright rings.

It’s giving your heart

Without knowing the cost,

And finding a home

In the pieces you lost.