Love is

Love is a mystery. 

I walk through this field

Of flowers I now see

And wonder how they got there.

 

Love is a blessing.

I count all the gifts

That my lovely sent me

And marvel at their beauty.

 

Love is a danger.

I see all the ways

It could lead to anger

And I fear what may happen. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Katydid Trap

I fell in love for the first time. I don't want to forget what that feels like. 

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