Love

Love has been many a splendor thing. Everyone feels the excitement, the passion, the intense & intimate emotions.

What ever the reason, when the eyes meet and the heart stops, the butterflies kick in,  time itself stops…

we breath, we sing, and we make love.



This is the moment that poets have written about, when the need of one over weights the need of many. Love that feeling  while you can with no regrets. Love only lives that second, that moment, that instant and then it’s gone.

Everything after that is just pixie dust, It hard to find it and hard to keep it . 



Most important tried not to get that feeling again, you can spend too much time trying to understand why it left.  Love is an illusion that only happens once in a life time, some of us call it puppy love, first love, or first kiss, it’s a bitter sweet memory.

         

If you are reading this poem and you’re  feeling it, then you have live it and the memory are coming back to you, and it feel good.  It doesn’t matter the time or the place if you felt it than love has grace you. 

           

Love is a lovely thing,  Many have die for love, Many have kill for love, Many have done crazy things for love.    But be careful if the price is too high it will never find a buyer who can afford it or seller willingly  to sell it. Enjoy love to it’s fullest precious moments, they don’t come often and remember true love  (don’t need the 3 second intake like a cigarette then it’s gone) is the hardest one to fine.