A kiss is a signal of love from one to the other one…
This kiss might and often can be seen riding the air waves to goodness,of the heart.
To entwine the other as never to depart…
Yes-Love can be an art.
Figuring out how affections may be won…
Love of one.
Glories of the heart,can seem ever lasting and final…
Like a giant wave in the great oceans tidal (Title?).
That We happily engage…
To ride out the storm of love and it’s awesome,rage.
Love can possess a stormy ride…
That at times may make us think,and wonder,that,what if,We may not be able to ride and stay astride?
Love can be a fickle and soured pickle,to have to swallow…
But in the end,We’ll have to sustain it,and make a sacrificial
play,and just leave it stand alone in our hearts and minds,and just let it be,and of it,allow.
Love is,and will always be…
The things of Men and Ladies,that set Us Humanly-free.
