Love Is These Things

Love is Lacey things and beauty cares. A touch of infatuation at the fringes and always shared A simple kiss on the cheek. Washing her feet at the creek. Love is blueberry stains on sofas and chairs. And TINY TOTS RUN AROUND safe and sound. Love is never a tarnished gray, an African violet On the best of days Gentle laughter and smooth in June Never comes to soon. That day. 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. It's sometimes crazy with plenty of zest and zeal. Love is alive, it bleeds eroticism and bathes in sensuality. Its pulling her close then closer. It's letting him have his space A whisper in the air 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 poets dream of a perfect song It's a new day unwrapping it self at the dawning. A trickling of raindrops on a SWEET SUNDAY SUMMER MORNING. For all of our enjoyment Love is THE SWEETNESS THAT A CHILD IS BORN IN And always let it be SAID LOVE IS AN ETERNAL DANCE THROUGH TIME ON HEAVENS BED.