goinUP
10-06-2007, 12:07am
Love is the blood that fills a beating heart,
A sometimes wretched passion that could tear it apart.
Its delicate, tiny fingers may tickle your soul,
Or it may mash you up for a dessert bowl.
Like a river that never shrinks into a stream,
A sleep you can't wake up from; a never-ending dream.
Love is eternal, an ever-burning flame,
Forgives the worst sin and places no blame.
Love is everything, nothing at all,
The prettiest song and a bird's morning call.
The snow, falling delicately on the ground,
Making an inaudible yet impacting sound.
The sun that shines upon a blushing face,
Confusing and surreal in so many ways.
Love is the ardor blowing in the breeze,
Morning sunlight gleaming in the trees.
Love is a door that stays wide open,
Creaking and old, though never broken.
Love is love and that is all,
Everything, and at the same time, nothing at all.
A sometimes wretched passion that could tear it apart.
Its delicate, tiny fingers may tickle your soul,
Or it may mash you up for a dessert bowl.
Like a river that never shrinks into a stream,
A sleep you can't wake up from; a never-ending dream.
Love is eternal, an ever-burning flame,
Forgives the worst sin and places no blame.
Love is everything, nothing at all,
The prettiest song and a bird's morning call.
The snow, falling delicately on the ground,
Making an inaudible yet impacting sound.
The sun that shines upon a blushing face,
Confusing and surreal in so many ways.
Love is the ardor blowing in the breeze,
Morning sunlight gleaming in the trees.
Love is a door that stays wide open,
Creaking and old, though never broken.
Love is love and that is all,
Everything, and at the same time, nothing at all.