But Love

Infatuation is fickle Part of the thrill The butterflies Fluttering in the stomach Giving your best and always Showing your prettiest Surface emotions That easily blow away With the winds of challenge But Love..... Oh Love. The deep grit of Love The wash of substance Over your soul That gives and gives from An eternal bounty That knows only The best and prettiest Despite the senses Planted firm in adversity Smiling with a dirty face