It’s love in all its forms and hues.
Losing the head and carried away by the four letter word,
the mind and heart know no reason.
Anything is justified for the love we make and feel.
The head is blown away by its emotion,
for its love.
Love blossoms like the flowers,
changes at every season and juncture.
Yet! The heart never cease to love.
Juvenile and adult love,
striking the soul and a feeling the spine down the soul.
Love is never boring,
reaches its crescendo at the heart beat.
We shall not mourn love,
for its eternal.