Our Essence of Love

Oh, how the clouds flow in the wind, And cupid stretches his bow out towards us. Every leafy maple flourishes as they grinned, While the garnishing creeks all around discuss. Billowing fog creeps around, Nothing else in the world matters. Eyes interlock and so profound; All could be heard were pitter patters. The bow-wilding infant allures; We are forever in a loving awe, With me knowing I am all yours, It could almost be against the law. How could any person resemble perfection? Our love spreads within us like an infection.