Love

Is it love that sneaks behind

The shoulders of the glamorous girl

That stalks beneath the shadow of life

Is it love that makes you believe

That words are words just hollow yet

Shining

Making you believe of things

That are yet to be defined

And encapsulated

I see in you the life that floats by

That can only be disturbed

by the breeze of the gentle air

floating down the warm passionate heart

you call me... I hear you

oh. The sounds distance me

Confuse me of the real essence

Of love that are just four words

Unless the days are stormy and

Nights are calm & quite

For it needs still air

To breathe in the misty night

That shows in the each puff

Pushed out... I love you