Love, what is it they say you are? Highness of hearts?
Mightiest of arts?
Love, what is it they say you are?
Strong bonds that last?
Explosives that blast?
Love, what is it they say you are?
Healer of soul?
Divine seeds that grow?
Love, what is it they say you are?
Builder of hope?
A reason to cope?
Love, what is it they say you are?
Feelings that show?
Bitings you know?
Love, what is it they say you are?
Passions of lust?
A need and a must?
Love, what is it they say you are?
Attraction that draws?
Acceptor of flaws?
Love, what is it they say you are?
Blinder of eyes?
Starter of Hi's?
Love, what is it they say you are?
A burst of emotions?
A soother like lotions?
Love, what is it they say you are?
Sugar sweet?
Sweeper of feet?
Love, what is it they say you are?
Fulfiller of dreams?
Forgiver of sins?
Love, whatever is it they say you are
Does not define what we are
We are a crazy mixture of hell and heaven
Not a perfect ten or close to seven
We're like water and oil
Opposites, but together, we boil
We are ice and fire
A ridiculous desire
Bitter and cane
Breeze and hurricane
Gentle and rough
Simple and tough
Happiness and sadness
A blend of sanity and madness
YOU ARE READING
Wicked
Poetry...If I tell you you're my sun and moon If I tell you you've completely unwrapped my cocoon If I tell you I'm still alive Because I find life in your eyes If I tell you this emotion is wicked And even if it kills me, for hell or heaven, I'm prepared...
