Love Poem by Riley Choma

Love
is like the wind,
having direction without diction.
An element not seen but felt;
often heard only by those who choose to listen.
Unbreakable by man,
but quite often set aside from our senses.
A natural beauty used and hidden for selfish benefit of man.
It is creation by fate not choice,
and indefinite in quantity.
A force of many domineers.
Influence of temperament; hot and cold.
Some bitter to its presence;
closed minded to it’s meaning, beauty, and larger purpose.
Beauty seen by the soul,
but blind to the eye.
Limitless to just how many it may touch.