If love was a poem a haiku it would be say little feel a lot If love was clay bowl it would be holding within it all If love was moon a full or a new crescent beautiful and surreal If love was sunshine hues of sunrise or of winter afternoon golden, warm and soft If love was a painting Van Gogh's strokes spontaneous, colourful with hopes, dreams and agony If love was a rain a lightning thunderstorm at night and downpour; a live concert.. If love was a hug bear hug it would be embracing with all it has If love made love slowly and passionately move feeling each nook and corner before erupting in an orgasm If love was her a glow in the eyes, halo of white hair a song in the heart... gorgeous from core If love was you... a laughter that grips a smile that stirs the soul a heart that melts... or wait If love was you... it wouldn’t be love anymore logs of wood chopped from once beautiful Pine now simmering to ash on a cold winter
Painting with words, telling stories, expressing life...