Love is like a garden.
It has some exotic flowers,
the fragrance that surrounds you.
it also has weeds growing
some butterflies.
a worm or two.
for love is enough
I let it come and go.
don't we all dream of love?
the first kiss on the lips?
I may be small to fall in love
and compare myself to the dove.
but love is like the quiet snow.
it has a way to make your heart freeze
curl up or lay awake in those sheets.
and overworks the beautiful brain
lets you whisper to yourself hundreds of times
again and again in vain.
thy scorn you of your actions and words
feel the drift of the clouds
check them and hope for perfection ...