Love, frozen in the arms of time's rigid confines 
Bound by society's rights and wrongs 
Pleas for understanding unheard by mute-rigid culture 
To live within these bounds is painful 
To love within these bounds, torturous 
Two souls reaching, as one, for love's 
precious possession 
Only to be beaten by other's evil thoughts. 

Love, that most powerful of all emotions, 
is powerless 
in the face of society. 
Why can not those binding confines 
be broken? 
Why must society's mores be so rigid? 
What right has society to stop love 
when it cannot stop war? 
Damnit! 

Let us not waste tears on what cannot be 
But rather rejoice in what is 
What we have had, what we will have. 
Let us not dwell on what might have been 
but rather on what is allowed to us, 
For most people are not even allowed that. 

Love is allotted to a few special people; 
those that can truly understand its pain 
and its glory 
For without that pain there can be no love, 
merely companionship. 
To say "I love you" is not enough 
for it reaches far beyond that. . . 
into 'friendship' and faith 
and understanding. 

To hold you, for thoughts to merge as one, 
to caress you, 
look at you 
embrace you 
is but a facet of love. 

I, with humble and sometimes trite words, try to 
explain and exclaim my love 
but it is impossible 
to bind a soul to paper. 

Love Is!