We like to know
Which way wind blows,
Or when it snows,
About seasons, about love.
How it's planted, when it grows
How deeply it roots in affected souls
It knows no boundaries,
Free in its bliss
Sometimes casting shadows,
throes, pain,
Throwing daggers like poisoned spears.
It's deep & not narrow
The light it radiates scatters across, capturing hearts that meet it's caress
It can be mild, it can be hazy, it can be dark, it can be shiny..
There is no form it doesn't take
For me, Love is more like this...
Spending my life with you!
Which way wind blows,
Or when it snows,
About seasons, about love.
How it's planted, when it grows
How deeply it roots in affected souls
It knows no boundaries,
Free in its bliss
Sometimes casting shadows,
throes, pain,
Throwing daggers like poisoned spears.
It's deep & not narrow
The light it radiates scatters across, capturing hearts that meet it's caress
It can be mild, it can be hazy, it can be dark, it can be shiny..
There is no form it doesn't take
For me, Love is more like this...
Spending my life with you!
@poemsbyvic
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