Love Conquers All

Love shouldn't conquer.

Love should adapt,

Love should be cultivated,

Love should be modified,

Or left alone, 

Left to evolve into endless outcomes.

If love conquers is it a tyrant?

An emperor?

A brave warrior?

If love conquers, 

Will this conqueror be cruel?

Can cruelty be beautiful?

Brutal yet satisfying,

Something so strong it embodies itself,

Urges you to question, 

Question the Urge.

The urge to fight,

The urge to conquer,

The urge to live; 

In the pressure of that the people,

The pressure to die,

The pressure to forget,

The pressure to mourn,

All things you may have resisted at first.

But with all this pressure,

All these urges,
Why can't love turn you from a coal to a diamond?
Love as a weapon will always prevail,

Its wielders are the ones who lose.