Love is not merely a word

Neither an euphoria

Nor a momentary decision

Words die

Euphoria fades

Decisions waver

Love is more like an ocean

Filled with unknowns

Some fantastically beautiful

Others unimaginably horrible

The Waves come and go

crashing and reshaping

But as one learns to swim

And stay afloat

The ocean carries you

From shore to shore

I've written to ease my pain; I've written to hear my voice; I've written for vanity; I've written for sanity; I've written for fun; I've written for laughs; I've written for me; I've written for money. But until I write for God, this talent is for naught.