if it is

If it is all done out of love, how can it be wrong?

If it is all done out of love, then how could things alter so much from the past and now? Love is supposed to be constant and never-ending.

Because of love, we love. We give. We take.

But is there a limit to the giving? Or is it limitless?

If it is all because of love, how can it be that I am afraid?

If it is all because of love, how can it be wrong?

If it is all because of love, done out of love, there shouldn't be shadows in the eyes.

I should not. They should not. Love should withstand. Will withstand.

With much hope.