Is Love the way you make it?

"When I'm with you are you somewhere else?
Am I gettin through or do you please yourself?
When you wake up will you walk out?
It cant be love if you throw it about...
...I know you think that love is the way to make it....
So I don't wanna be there when you decide to break it."

(By the way, if someone knows who's responsible for these lyrics I will be very surprised :) ... )

I've always wondered how love can be the source of my greatest faith, yet also the part of life (and of myself) that I fear the most. It's strange how the one thing that inspires so much hope and joy in me and in the world- can also break me in a SECOND. The very part of life that opens people up to the potential and strength of themselves as a person.. as a human, yet also makes you feel so small and vulnerable at the same time. How love can make you feel so alive, so free and full of strength and peace-- but also make you wonder... is it too good to be true? When will I wake up from this dream, when will this person hurt me? How will I cope, and where will I turn?

Riptide

Wonderful world that I've forgotten to see
when did you decide to open for me?
Wild winds are approaching, reckless and free
to find me and guide me, and allow me to be.

When do I know that it's safe for a swim?
What kind of boat have I found myself in?

It won't take a minute, won't take long
if it isn't the wind, the storm will prolong.
Flailing in the rapids to crash on the shore
beached and exhausted, what else is in store?

Riptide and tears, will the world forsake me?
my blood's in the sand, but it's fear that could break me.

When I started alone, I expected the same
I'm rinsing my wounds and there's strength to reclaim.
When hands appear before me, for help to find rest
I feel a stirring inside and a jolt to my chest.

Where did this come from and how can I trust?
Who would approach me in the midst of this mess?

Hand in hand by the horizon, our prints pursue the shore
will the dark clouds follow, because I long for more?
Behind these eyes my passion, it's what I'm living for
Hope will defy reason, and weather fear to reach the core.

The sun and sweat, am I bound to get burned?
For all of the pain endured, is it finally my turn?