In the End

Runs far and wide
Flies freely up and down
Crosses mountains with a single stride

It has no bounds
It has no captors
It chooses who it crowns

We all yearn for it
Some never experience its warmth
Others see it fall apart every day bit by bit

Yet there are still others
Others who see it grow between themselves
These are the ones we call lovers

You know of what I speak
You see it among the masses
Is it not also what you seek?

Do not dismay, my young friend
Love is a repeating trend
You will find it before the end