Love is when eyes are locked
Fingers entwined
Hair swept from a cheek
Love are birds in a flock
Rows aligned
Innocent and meek
A dive into an endeavor
A sudden sweep into slumber
Spring sprung from winter
Enlightened by the unusual and strange
halt of the humdrum and welcoming change
end of being recluse and the start of exchange
A crooked path leading to a lovely river
quenching a thrist and healing the blister
Gaze at the water as if starring in the mirror
Love is a moutain you chose to climb
Clutching the cornerstone
Seeking that beautiful view
Love is something not aware of time
Nor a king on a throne
For it has no glory or revenue
A hand at the side of a bed
a cater to a mouth that must be fed
A reason for a tear to be shed
Emboldened by another's beating heart.
Feeling renewed with a wholesome start
Feeling lost when death tells you to part.
An album filled of years of photographs
collage of moments of cries but also laughs
Leading to one destination from two paths
Love is a fire
Fueled by desire
Even if life
is forced to expire
It is something
To truly
admire
