Time, Space, and the Human Race

A Life of Love?

I live to love, not love to live.

My heart gives the love it could never receive.

We are born to die, yet we all die to live.

The contradictions stagger on a thread, always about to break.

Never knowing what to expect, we live in the moment and time passes by.

To get back what I give to them would be a miracle in an unforgiving world.

But love always finds me then cripples my soul.

Love kisses me softly, making me beg for more, then it turns and goes.