Love.

How do you explain something so elusive?

It’s intensity can’t be contained

Not by the mere strength of words

 

Love is not an empty word

To be thrown around like a ball on a court

Love is precious

Sacred

To be held at the highest regard

 

Love is a seed.

Small at first, maybe even unnoticeable

You steal a glance and flash a smile

 

You dig a small hole.

And place the seed inside

Oh’ the butterflies

 

As the conversations flow

Your feelings start to spark

The seedling starts to grow

 

Now comes the important part

How you treat this fragile life

Determines how strong it will be

 

Support, kindness, trust

Understanding, Patients

These are all a must

 

As you nurture it

It will become strong

An oak standing tall

 

From the start

You will weather through the seasons of life

Watch your love become a piece of art

 

Spring. light and airy, lots of butterflies

Summer. hot and sweaty, passionate

Fall. lots of change and beauty

Winter, sometimes cold and frosty

 

Love can be wonderful

A power so magical

It makes life beyond enjoyable

 

But if you aren’t careful

And if you are to hurtul

It will be miserable

 

Instead your seedling won’t grow

It won’t become a strong oak

You will feel all alone

 

So if you want a strong oak

To lay under on a sunny day

To cover you from the icy snow

 

You must help love grow

Make sure they know

All the ways they make you glow

 

Even if a branch may bend or break

Know love is what you make

Cause Oh’ for goodness sake

 

Love makes the world go round

In their arms you feel safe and sound

For words it is just to profound