Aroma of Love

(it's like ) The sweet and scented waft of a delicate flower waltzing in thin air or like Helium balloons at the fair. Often we equate it to cotton candy, or Electricity. Why is it that we Abandon ourselves to another, giving it all away like the tabloids ask of us. As Renegades of loneliness we precipitate towards that rich garden enmeshed Only with our senses. Lost in a cornucopia of glossy hearts and wet kisses. Move over Devotion, move over Sacrifice, let us float on fumes of flattery Ah but wait, what above true Love? what does is feel like? Perhaps its like Oaring down the river with four paddles going the same direction (smile) Frankly, its like gliding towards the greatest scent on earth when it is real. Love is always patient and kind, and it makes heroes out of all of us. Oath it with every fiber of your being, its essence is like Velvet to the touch, as vital as the air we breathe, it vacillates and it is Eternal. It takes us to the highest heaven then lights every star for us. (that is what love does)