Poetic Muses

L.O.V.E

Love...

when we're young this is such a simple word

one that cannot only be heard,

we express it through emotions, speech and play

 telling it to someone almost every day,

but it's not long until we say this

with a courage filled monotone of pure bliss,

to someone who makes your heart beat by

or the butterflies in your tummy fly,

we then realise how this oh so simple word

turns into one that is definitely conferred,

so formal and foreign it confuses us more

 we wait for the answer while wishing to fall through the floor,

but no matter the reply of that one special person

always remember that nothing could ever worsen,

so you pick yourself up and hold your head high

because your use of that word is still in good supply,

but if it happens that they reply with the same

suddenly this word changes from that once silly game,

you feel as though someone is looking out for you from above

because you, yes you, have found your one unique love,

it's magic, it's bliss, the world passes on by

so move over birds it's your time to fly.