Like the windows of the mind,
When days like these that heart's have shined.
Love is
Like a door,
To open and close in our lives once more,
And a love like never before.
Love is
Like the eyes of the moon,
And the essence of the heat hot like June.
Love is
The deepest emotion,
And for it's pain there is no potion,
And in our hearts drowns the sorrows into the ocean.
Love is. . .love.
This poem took a year to be finally finished. I guess somethings take time, like good wine.
