Love -
If it is in my heart;
I put it on my face.
I will find it;
It is like steam.
The smell of heat – its stay;
Cooking with pressure.
Reverses my stars and my moons;
All the angels enjoys its voice.
This love is a thing;
Every shade of magical.
In the privacy like two roses;
To never forget.
Copyrighted 2009
