At the Heart

At the heart of every matter
Is the very central thing
It’s a four letter word
That causes most to swear
Just four measly letters
Don’t begin to describe
What love really is
At the heart of it,
Love is more than just
A passing emotion
Or an action taken
Love is greater,
Bigger than that
It makes us get up
And move mountains
For things that just
Don’t make any sense
Until we say, love moved us
Love moves, it binds
It hurts more than pain
And I would trade
One single moment
For a thousand years more
Live without love
Because at the heart
Of what matters
Without love,
None of it means anything

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