Love (poem)

Love
Love is a peaceful world.
It contains no wars, deaths, or sorrow.
It only consists of warmth, happiness, and freedom.
Love is a bitter sweet orange.
Sometimes it leaves a bitter and ugly taste in your mouth.
At times it might leave a sweet aftertaste.
Love is a blooming flower.
It blooms to its limit, but before dying out it leaves a trace.
A trace that will continue on with a new life.
Love is a shining sun.
It gives off a shine of light as it lets you enjoy it's warmth.
It will not die out, but if it does, it will leave a trace etched into your soul.
Category:Aisatsana Nimortsok
Category:Love
Category:Poetry