Love is patient? Love is kind?

What comes from thinking too much of that most powerful and unpredictable emotion.

The sun hides its eyes in your radiance
The moon is humble in your presence
The earth carries your feet gently along
Your eyes are the envy of the brightest stars
Your laughter is the wind, the water, and the fire
When you smile
the world is at peace, and full of joy
The rain is the tears of heaven
for it no longer has you
Your voice is the very song of angels
The roses are a tribute to you
The clouds long to be your bed
Your love is the nourishment of my soul
and my soul is wasting away in want of you.
When will I find you?
When will you come to me?









I have started the stair of love
only to fall from the edge
and find despair.