I stare at the girl in front of me, Brown hair, green eyes, small nose, freckles pepper her cheeks, I look closer, Lines of worry carved into her flesh around the eyes and mouth,
Love is a blooming rose Or even a brief kiss on the nose, Velvet and tender feeling Enveloping me from the floor to the ceiling, Yet I still find love hard to describe. Love is...
Serene and peaceful calm I wish I could hold it in my palm Love it and keep it forever Even though it is as fragile as a flower Not all silences last. Cut and shattered they lie,