Love Poem by shannon jackson

Love is a dangerous affection
Locked up in a cage, like a criminal,
waiting for redemption.
Love is an object of matter,
A figure of your imagination.
Not fully developed in our hearts.
We grasp it with both hands,
But like silk it glides through our grasps,
Only to stop and stare while it laughs.
Love is like a horse untaimed,
But only god knows how to hold the reins.
Love is not your first date,
But only your soul mate.
It's you're choice to love or to hate,
Either way love will find its way
Back to our hearts someday.