Thoughts of Love

Our love is like the Fall, but with differences both small and great
And I cannot comprehend this feeling of happiness that we make

We are alike to two leaves falling, both different colours but yet the same
Our love is like immortal leaves, unquenched by burning flames

But unlike the leaves which fall in Autumn, we shall never touch the ground
We shall continue flying, lost in love and never found

We are as two birds awaiting winter, storing up our love for the cold times
We are two lovers, growing closer when cool winds blow the chimes

And when the Winter is come at last, we shall be in each others arms
And our love shall only grow more strongly, unlike the crop of farms

For love is like unto many earthly things, yet it is beyond all reason
There is nothing to which it compares, for it does not pass like a season

It never dies, not all away, and it will be etched into our hearts for all time
And. personally, I am ever-thankful to know love: so sublime

For if Love were a person, I should like to meet her, and talk to her long hours
And she should show me the love in everything, as we sat in light rain showers

And Love would let me hold her tight and help me to feel complete
And Love would draw me in, for kisses, oh so sweet

And Love would give me a purpose, a reason to be alive
And Love would be my driving force, my motivation to survive

And Love would be beautiful, too, more so than any could believe
And when Love walked into a room, all other women would grieve

And now, I fear, I must reveal a secret left unsaid
The woman, Love, is not the name of a real person, but of an idea, instead

And the woman that I do Love, she fits the bill for me exactly
And I speak not in dreaming, but simply rather factly

And this idea of the woman, Love, is none other than my Princess
And I cannot wait to, on our special day, hear her say "Yes"
And to see her, in all her beauty, in the long white wedding dress.

Nathaniel Mounce