Love is candy apples at the fair

that we have shared

A bite of delicious sweetness

to our lips

we have caressed the utter bliss

of the Paradise's sinful fruit

reveled in its delightful taste

with not a drop to waste.

Love is the coffee that we drink

prepared by the morning at the sink

waking us from a nights slumber

to reveal the sky of amber

lit up upon our morning faces

remelding our caring embraces.

Love is not troubling that

he said this and she did what

yet instead it is the sublime

revelation of sweetness Supreme

sharing, caring, calling out on

another's name sometimes in

anger but let it be that we always

come back together joined in

unison for Love is simply the

knowing that we are kin.