For we love!

For when we love,

                    Our souls are dented.

Like footprints on sand,

                    On a sunny beach.

And when we part,

                    The impressions remain.

Not because we wet them

                    With the evidence of grief,

But because we carve into them 

                    With memories recurrent.

For when we love,

                    Our souls are dented.

With mallets of both

                    Joy and sorrow.

And with every blow,

                

we are shaped, 

            and then reshaped.

And, so we love,

           

                 even when we wish,

             

                       we could cease...