Families are created out of loveAnd live within the cup of love's large hands.No momentary pain can love removeOr taint the trust of one who understands.We live at times at odds with those who love us,Colliding in our anger like great waves,Refusing to have anyone above usNor willing to give up what passion craves.But anger is a storm we know will pass,And freedom is the nature of the will.We run like wild horses through the grassYet know we are constrained by hunger still.Sometimes, obsessed with losses and with gains,We turn towards home and find that love remains