Natural

It is only natural for those- 

Whose hands show fascination to the thorns,

With weak eyesights, see-through,

Sample every repulsive stench, 

Sense the existence of some unknown,

Whose hearts know the counts of all hearts' beats,

Breaths cognizant of where they flow,

Who make enemies with the time,

Whose voices are whispers that echo,

Whose faces reality knows and faces,

Rest are thoughts and thoughts a rest,

Cannot celebrate victory, and unwilling to feel pain

Age in more than just body and brain

To some day somehow protect someone or something

- To need love.