Love is a thing
   Most delicate in nature
Balancing on the Blade of Truth
   With howling winds twisting around
Slip but a little
   And there is no turning back
Hold onto that blade
   No matter how much pain is caused
For the first time you slip
   May be the last time you fall
To trust your heart after its faliure
   Is more difficult than anything you may come across again

Love is a thing
   Fragile to the slightest touch
Holding on with everything it has
   To last from one minute to the next
Waiting for the one who comes
   To save them from the death that awaits

Love is a thing
   That few have to hold true
If you happen to be lucky enough
   To know one of those rare of heart
Open yourself to them
For they are delicate, fragile, and dying
   And soon there shall be no more
For their kind is dying
   For love is a thing
      Fragile and delicate
         Failing in the spirit of mankind

~Tommie Smith 10/13/04