I want to write long paragraphs,
And a lengthy sonnet.
Of what it is called love.
And how it shakes my heart.
But I didn't see it as such.

A complex word in its own world,
Given a thousand interpretations,
Rules and regulations to abide,
Guidelines on how to do it nice.
Everything coupled to make it shine.

But I didn't want to live,
An englishman's definition of the word.
Rather, I'd like very much,
To live a simple love.
That is beautiful to me.

Where all that is needed,
Is matching peaces of the puzzle,
Fitted together and blessed,
By the good tidings of Him,
Who takes and gives.

© dh_irah