What Does the World Know?

The world, it whispers caution, from its own soft fears,
As if trying to spare us from some future tears.
But why can't it grasp, why won't it truly see,
That love isn't optional, it just has to be.

And without it, what kind of life then stays?

A lonely heart, how long can it play pretend?
It needs someone, a voice, a soul to finally share,
To talk to, to truly breathe with, out there.

If loving then some kind of mistake,
If so, has any soul found a way to escape?
From its gentle pull, who's ever truly been free?
From this beautiful, unyielding plea.

To utterly lose yourself, to give with all your might,
To deeply, truly cherish one, without a single right;
How is that even possible if love isn't near?
Maybe the world just needs to now hear:
Where love takes root, where feelings intertwine, 
That's where life truly blossoms, that's the only sign.