Love does as love wants,
Coming, Going
Staying, Leaving.
But it also shapes those it touches.
Love is like a breeze.
Sometimes fast,
Sometimes slow.
And even can be still.
Love is like a bird,
Sometimes away,
Sometimes near,
But always returns in the spring.
Was your love like a bird,
Returning after a period of winter?
Was your love like a breeze,
Rushing so fast until it stopped?
Or did it just come and go as it pleased,
To return for a later date?
Just like the bird,
Love will be back in your spring.
Just like the breeze,
Love will rush around you again.
And just like Love,
It will be back when you need it most.
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Poems: Thoughts
PoetryJust a few thoughts of an average person, thoughts of live and love, but also darker topics. Thoughts expressed as poetry.
