Musings Of Love

Love is like a free bird that flies Dare not to cage it, or it dies Tie it, so not to go astray But pamper it in night and day You look at it as if it's gold Treasure to cherish and to hold Once it's gone, it may not come back It's trace may leave you out of track Polish it with damp of your kiss Like something that you always miss For its shine maybe gone someday When all you show is sky of gray