For Better Or Worse Poem by Morgan Elliott

Love. A simple, easy, four letter word. The look of it so innocent and pretty. But pull apart its facade and you get to the heart of the messy matter.

What is love? The love of a mother for her children, a husband for his wife, a brother for a brother, a friend for a friend. It comes in so many different forms and can sometimes be unknowingly deceitful. Because love can change, can it not?

Love can build, fade, burn or crash. It can be fierce or gentle, deep or shallow. It can be everlasting, or like a change in seasons. It can destroy, and it can heal. It can complicate and make sense of.

For all the different kinds of love, on thing remains the same. No matter how it comes to you or leaves you, you are left irrevocably changed. For better or worse.