Let it... (An Original)

Let actions speak

Let words listen

Let emotions perceive

In the midst of silence

Let the mind feel

What the heart thinks

Let truth admit

The lie it brings

Let the waters run dry

Let the rainfall shine

Let no one seek

What true love finds

Let love lead the way

Let love be left behind

To guide us, to catch us

To make us see when we are blind

Let love think

Let love feel

Let love break

Let love heal

Let love laugh

Let love cry

Let love live

Let love die

The Irony of Love (an Original)

Love bears in it

The strangest of things

It is compared to those which are not

When in itself is incomparable

In its stillness

It brings out its raging fury

In its silence

It makes itself known

In its truthfulness

It begets lies and self-projection

In its sanity

It creates euphoric feelings of Utopia

In seclusion 

It hides what is being revealed

In its existence

It ceases to become what it is by becoming more

In its essence

It is but a mutual feeling between two worlds

In its being

It is love and only love itself

How foolish for mortals to overthink complexities

For something so simple as the feeling of being in love