Love Is These Things
Love is lacy things and beauty CARES. A touch of INFATUATION at the fringes and always shared. A simple kiss of the cheek and washing her feet at the CREEK. Love is BLUE BERRY STAINS on SOFAS and chairs, and tiny TOTS run around safe and SOUND. Never a tarnished gray. An AFRICAN VIOLET on the best of days.
Gentle laughter and smooth in June never comes to soon. Sensual, yet delicate and refined. LOVE IS hearing "yes" after your down on one knee. It's watching him walk or listening to her talk.
Always filled with actions of PASSIONS with little EXAGGERATED FASHIONS. What a LUSCIOUS melody from the HEART straight from the start. Beautiful when it's real but here's the DEAL, LOVE IS sometimes CRAZY with plenty of ZEST AND ZEAL. LOVE IS ALIVE and it BLEEDS eroticism and bathes in sensuality.
It's pulling her close then closer. It's letting him have his space. A whisper in the ear a STROKING of the hair. Love is everything on a clear SUMMER day. Just sitting under a WILLOW TREE with him by the bay. Love is a POET'S dream of a perfect song.
It is a new day UNWRAPPING itself at the dawning. A TRICKLING of rain drops on a sweet Sunday SUMMER morning.
And ALWAYS let it be said LOVE IS an ETERNAL DANCE through time on heaven's bed.
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