A Thing Called Love

A Thing Called Love

A Poem by Lilypad
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Love Is In The Air

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Abstract love vow to always be concrete with sincerity that blooms like a blossom tree

The sweet touch of your cherry lips takes me back to childhood trips

Of when we were young and free to please with innocence wilder than a green weed

Oh sweet smell of nature’s best, let you pollen the noses of romantic poets

Never label love as a person, but as a ring that exist before us

Babble words that mean pennies to others and later betray them for rich quarters

Nobody said that love is not the energy to dream the things unseen to the human being

The fire that grows bright inside the chest of a newlywed husband

The leaves that miss their mother tree once they fallen off her giving greens

Love should not be concrete since it is not something exclusive to man

There is love everywhere, in everything, grasping forth anything, to be considered complete

Abstract love vow to never be concrete with expressions beyond the eyes man can see

© 2015 Lilypad


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Added on October 16, 2015
Last Updated on October 16, 2015
Tags: love, romance, passion, flowers, dreams

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