Team Work

They say love is a beautiful thing. They only say so because they have yet to meet you. Love.... So sweet and oh so kind, the way the word barely caresses my lips, but I yet to really taste it. Hand in hand, side by side can you feel it?...My heart beats for you. The uprising beats gives off a steady tempo and rhythm that we only seem to know the tune too Never do I speak of the word.. only whispers ...LOVE...it shows for its self..as I look into your eyes Gazing into the windows of your soul, I see a reflection of myself, my feelings, my LOVE. Love adores itself it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty Love does not claim possession but gives freedom Love is an endless mystery for it has nothing else to explain it Love's gift cannot be given it waits to be accepted... ... to be accepted, to be felt, to be cherished. Cherished by the one seems that to be a worthy enough opponent, in the challenging game of love. So easy it would be to let go, So hard it would be to forget. Forget the soft and oh so gentle "Love" for it has caressed many times before I can only remember the countless times I've longed to be touched, and rocked into a light daze, or a state in my mind called "Ecstasy" Love, I admire you once again