A Stirring in my Soul.

 Love is Understood
By the fools & the wise
Love is at times a lesson
Or an Armour in disguise.

Love is at times fickle
And at times a find so rare
At times it breaks you apart
At times it builds a wall.

At times makes you smile alone
At times cry even in a crowd
Makes you lost and makes you free
At times a confusing fantasy.

You have no wings and yet you fly
 Your eyes reveal, not able to lie
Just so strange and yet so simple
A stirring deep within the  soul.