Random poetry written a month before I got married, just found

Do I stand at the time for love
Or does a lover need to stand
For is not love in truest self
Found in the bleeding heart of broken hands

How shall a man stand for love
When love would beg him to crawl
How shall a man climb with new wings in flight
When soon wings fail and he finds new fall

Ah, but a man shall not stand for love
When love does beckon quick
And though he seems out of sorts with pride
He's unprepared, yet still equiped

A man should stand for many things
Upon cornerstones he shall rest
But when man is overtaken by love
He'll soon rise and stand his best

-Deacon-