Love > Dirt

I tried to talk about Love.
But you began to talk about Dirt.
Expressing regret with no preposition.

I thought so many things.
Too many to mention.
If revealed, my heart would no longer be where it belongs.

Your lack of achievement is not something I would be envious of.
Your soil has no quality.
Its poison destroys progression.

I wandered into the path you follow.
Nervous, frightened and worried.
The Dirt quickly dragged me in.

It tried to lead me towards its destination.
It did halfway.
I stopped it, I wasn’t foolish, I knew that the Dirt path would not lead me to what I wanted.
I wanted Love.

A light struck from behind me.
The darkness ahead trembled in my presence.
Love is not fearful, Love is powerful.

Dirt can be molded in any shape or pattern.
With ease It can be crushed.
Your soil has no quality.

I turned around and followed the Light.
I took a step, I stumbled.
I took another step, and that step led to another.

Right before my eyes stood Love.

Realize that Dirt will always be dirt.
And Love eternal forever.