Love is one of those strange emotions.
You can feel Love's passion,
Or you can know love is there.
People love without knowing it,
until they have the strength to summon it to the surface.
If the world knew they had love buried inside of them,
and let it out,
would the world be better?

I have felt love,
Felt Love's passion.
Knowing in my mind I love.
Did not always feel the passion.
But knew it was there.
I have felt love.
In due time I will feel it again.
Until then I remain here.
Cold.
Hard.
Loveless on the surface.
For Now.