The author suggested putting this in the Sad category, and she was probably right. But it was such a beautiful, well-crafted interpretation of Love, I had to include it here instead. This poem is a simple declaration of love, made beautiful by its sincerity. This poem is about Love. If you listen closely to the rhythm of this poem, you might recognize it - as the living syncopation of unchecked passion.
Truth is more than just a matter of vision.
It encompasses all the senses. And, sometimes, more than mere senses. When we're in Love, the whole world can become a mirror, reflecting our immense joy. Christa Prinz A shooting star lasts but a heart beat in time. When Love is new and fresh, just the sight of that special person can make us act, well, just a little crazy.