This poem is all about you
When you hear the word Love
Be sure to think of me

My Love, the rose bush beside the old oak tree is a bright crimson
And the violets on the ground where you lay upon are a velvet indigo
The sweet smell that the roses and violets have mixed together
Are all for you, my Love

My Love, your dreaming of something adventuress
You want to fly away from the place that's holding you to the ground
What will you do if you grew wings and flew to an unknown place?
Would you come and see me, my Love?

This poem is without rhyme, I know
But I couldn't help but make this lovely poem for you, my Love
Have you thought about me when you heard the word Love?
Have you, my Love?

And so the poem continues

My Love, you are a lovely being
Someone I truly find as divine and most beautiful
You are more pretty than the flowers that bloom and more shining than the stars
It makes me happy you are with me, my Love

And as this poem comes to a close
Do you think of me now as you hear the word Love?



By: DaringDeidara