Love is not soft.
Love is not fleeting.
Love is not earned.
Love is elemental.
It is part of the code of existence
as intrinsic as water,
as powerful as fire,
as ever-present as air,
as shaping as wind,
as grounding as earth.
It grows trees.
It cracks open stone.
It spins galaxies.
It sings in blood.
It carves rivers through time.
I am made of it.
I am moved by it.
I do not fall in love
I wield it.
I become it.
I remember it when the world forgets.