I Haven't Written A Poem In So Long..

I once heard a fool say,
that love is unconditional
Seeing the love which surrounds me,
makes me doubt that he was ever in love

We all strive,
we all demand for perfection.
Yet we know,
that even the sweetest of roses has its torns

What does surrender mean?
Is it weakness or strength?

We hold on dearly to what will be.
Yet will what will be, will be?
Trying our best to never hope
when hope is what keeps us going.

Where will we go from here?
Where will we go my love?
We'll hold on hard to keep it all.
Yet will fate take it all away?