A lover's embrace - and fever's rapture, for

the pleasured senses of a delightful coalescing

of love's twin affections,

The truth about love
Is that it costs so little
And appears a trifling gift
So it wanders upon this mortal world
Clad in a beggar’s

You receive it
From nature
To keep life moving

Those who understand
Know it is a gift
Of responsibility

Love has 
I would

Love,

The flutter of a heart,

The dominance of dreams,

Sought by everyone,

The correct answer to everything.

Love,

The healer

The truth about love is that it has a mind of its own

hiding round corners, pretending not to be home

then just when you thought