Why do I love you, why ask? Why does the rabbit love the wildflower? Why do the stars love the cool dark embrace of the endless sky?
How do I love you? Why ask? How does the dawn love the songbird? Ask how… or why, the answer is the same. Because God let it be so, because it is written in the sand.
Why wonder? Wondering is such a waste of time, make love and hold love in your hands. Find the answer with your lips, with your eyes… Love as the trees love the wind or the fish love the tangy kiss of the sea. Love simply because it is so.
YOU ARE READING
A little bit of me..like a hunk of bloody meat ;)
PoetryJust some random poetry from my collection of strange thoughts.
