Sometimes i look at my life and think

How could love enter into this chaotic situation i am in?

But i kept hoping. That maybe, maybe it will. 

Maybe love has a big hand, and a big heart to hold my world and everything that i love and fight for. Maybe love will be soft, but maybe love is also firm.
Maybe love is persistence.
Maybe love will listen and follow his heart and able to shut outside noises up.
Maybe love will be able to see my truth and stand up even if the whole world is against me.
Maybe love is also a fighter. Keep on going, even if everything tried to pull them down.
Maybe love will be fiercely loyal.
Maybe love could feel my ache. And love could feel my ocean heart. Maybe love has a vast heart too.
Maybe love is imperfect—but perfect, in the way they always correct themselves as i do too.
Maybe love acts.
Maybe love is scared, but maybe love is also trying to be brave and strong. Maybe love will be brave and strong.
Maybe love is home.
Maybe love desperately trying to come home.
Maybe love will find a door.
Maybe love will open his eyes, his heart and see the trail
Maybe love will come home. Maybe love will come home.
Maybe we’ll finally at home
And it will all be alright