What's this thing

that's so beautiful, yet, can be so ugly?

 

What's this thing

that makes you laugh and cry?

 

What's this thing

that's gentle, strong, soft and abrasive?

 

What is it?

 

Why does it change like the weather

dividing it's particles but still holds together?

 

 

Why does it radiate so much warmth,

yet create so much ice?

 

 

Why does it sound like music to a deaf fiddler's ear

but when it strikes the wrong note it fills you with fear?

 

Why does it?

                       What is it?

                                         Could it be LOVE?