Captured Love

Captured Love Captured love My titles are just short descriptions of what eye write It tends to make me want to seem to apologize But not to them that like it we work for a creator This poem is intended to convey it. A mother's love is to worry about her child to absolutely dread any bad thing to manage to disintegrate and hide her longing from most anyone but sometimes a lover is allowed a glimpse of the infinite inside a heart that makes a person seem so full of love. The child in question is someone's daughter so full of life and musick she makes my very heart to sing in melodies of infinite. Then there is a love of The Father a distinct and separate thing. The young woman had to ride in an airplane thing. A jet or even 741 Jumbo thing or just a smaller one who knoes This is the mothers love this is what she said to me this is what a lover knoes “I can still hear the engine of her plane taking off” “she is my baby she is my love” This is the love of The Father he is making sure the tickets Making sure the fare making certain that the everything is paid for. This is the lovers love to make a poem and send this to the mother and the child in separate envelopes they both will smile. This is captured love.