Love

Love is happiness,
It is full with madness,
There is a garden with bless,
Where is love never be less.

Love is a game,
It not so hot in a flame,
But it free to fly in a peace land,
Without falling in the deepest  desert sand,
When you and I are the players and also the fans.

Love is blind,
You lose your brilliant mind,
You smile when the grass has green,
You wondered and suffered for hint,
At last you know how it doesn't mean.

Love is sacrifice,
It like you stab your heart deep inside, It so sweet like a jelly beans,
But sometimes bitter than a coffee  beans,
That is a strange gift from Halloween.

Love is miracle,
It makes you cry,
Until all your tears dry,
It not like cornflakes with grain,
But it smelly like rat in drain.

Love is wonderful,
It more than I can give,
It only you the precious  Christmas gift,
There is a very delicious beef,
And you the only one that I can see.