Love is the unseen energy,
Binding us all through magical chain,
It’s the unconditional concern,
That a mother has for her birdie.
Love is the way you look at me, stealthily,
Similar to the way nectar, a bee sucks,
Without, the least, hurting the flowers,
It’s also the kisses that I paint on your lips, daily.
Love is what hatred is not,
It’s everywhere but can only, by the blessed, be got.
Love.
Sweet, and simple.
Perfect form in my eyes,
and beautiful none-the-less.
Favorite line:
"It's also the kisses that I paint on your lips, daily."
Keep it up. ^.-
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
Thanks
Thank you so much. I'm glad that you liked it.