When love breaks the rules
It is still love
It hurts the vessel
Carrying such a heavy weight
Restricted by those that control
Sometimes the best controllers
Can’t prevent the love from
Spilling
Overflowing
Love can not be controlled
Only the vessel will get damaged
By God’s grace the vessel
Might be healed
Love doesn’t know rules
Love doesn’t care about
Age
Gender
Size
Color
Class
Health
Or even
Wealth
Love just is
Perhaps this vessel
Wanting to heal others
Will be truly healed
Perhaps this vessels’
Damage
Might be more of service
In healing society
Either way
Love is still love
This vessel
Will continue to carry
Cracked and spilling
For those that can not
Be un-loved
They can not
Be undone nor forgotten
It does not feel right
But somehow it must
Be alright
It is all this vessel
Really has
The only permanent
In otherwise impermanence
