Threshold.
I’d prefer you never wonder. I’d rather you’d always know. I sewed the seeds from yesterday. I thought would help you grow. Seasons captured glimpses into lives we’d someday lead. Mistakes considered seasons what we’d never hope to be. Preface it with happiness with gay times running wild. Emotions craved by femininity and men would turn them mild. To some love has just become a word to share with a counterpart. The sacrifice of love though was intent straight from the heart. If failing love is means to end and friends, they cease to speak. Then feelings changed intentions so called love truly was meek. Forget about your sadness, all emotion come and gone. Rely not on emotion, for it will rob you all life long. Forget about the feelings, all the hindered state of mind. Feelings render uselessness and leave you seeming blind. Love knows not a threshold but of one and one alone. It knows when it is not returned and will surely venture home. It knows nothing of safety, nor of holding back when pure. It knows nothing of restlessness, it never searches for a cure. Love, it is the antidote we are always reaching for. Sacrifice yourself that is when love is truly born.
