Love is something that can’t be controlled. More than a feeling, it’s a part of me. Brought out by the beauty than only i see. Yet is caged like a bird. Should i set it free? To fly through the air, to explore the skies. To perch on my shoulder and wipe the tears from my eyes.
Love is more than a feeling, it is beauty. It is art. Something that will never change when we are apart. Like wine being poured into a glass, a glass so crystal clear, is like the beauty you’ll see being poured over me whenever you are near. Putting me in a state of mind, causing my spirits to rise. For as long as i know you feel the same no more tears shall fall from my eyes.
