What Is Love
Love is a garden, needing time and care;
A delicate flower, both beautiful and rare.
Love pays attention to details, both big and small;
The simple things you notice, others may not recall.
Love is a moment that takes your breath away;
You try but, cannot seem to find, a single word to say.
Love is like honey, so very pure and sweet;
One touch of your lips to mine, is like a gourmet treat.
Love does not see fault, or a need for correction;
Your eyes can no longer see a single imperfection.
Love is honest and true, and gives no reason to hide;
Allowing two hearts to open up, revealing what's inside.
Love is like a hug that you never want to end;
Even a broken heart, a hug can surely mend.
Love is like a dance, taking each step together;
Gliding along the floor, as if you're light as a feather.
Love is a memory, and cannot be lost or taken;
Unlike a dream, which fades away once you awaken.
Love is what makes you laugh, till your insides are sore;
The silly things you say can send you rolling on the floor.
Love comes unexpectedly, hitting you hard and fast;
It turns your world upside-down, leaving behind your past.
Love is an opportunity you do not want to miss;
You just might experience complete and utter bliss.
You still may not be ready to give love a try,
But be sure not to wait too long, or love may pass you by!
Copyright © Laura Wilmot | Year Posted 2012
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