Love grows,
or it may remain froze.
Some things cold as ice,
can be warmed love nice.
When I was frozen,
I warmed love chosen.

It was unfreeze,
or
 suffer more of lifes hard squeeze.
The meaner I got,
the more life turned rot.
At the flip of the coin,
I got love flowing.
It wasn't easy,
things got breezy,
done it anyway,
still hard until this day.
I stick with my choice,
to sturdy my course.

Loves not all about others,
it's more about self smothers.
Hate will choke the life out,
if some love isn't brought about.
Anyone who loves themself,
won't stock stupid shelf.

G