Love Cento

What is love?

This terrifying miracle

You’d better run away fast.

As we wait for it to make sense.

The travel’s hard but still keep going strong

And bright as molten copper

As if it doesn't happen indefinitely

But flowers are blooming

Hands stretched to give.

It pulls me in

Fire singed I dragged I filled

And I sigh and close my eyes

I've just misplaced the world. 

She saves us going astray

Everything we have worked for

I do

Go deeper still till nothing left but thought

And you’re done.

Forget don’t and can’t, those heavy words

Though not unexpected

The world would not be shattered.

Eyes fixed

Inspiration was coming my way

Where nothing is quite what it may seem

But one with much fascination

And that is not to be missed

Prompt: Write a cento. A poem made up entirely of lines from other poems. 

All these lines come from my NaPo poems from last year. Hopefully it actually makes sense. It's not actually 30 lines long because I missed days last year, but anyway.