Love is but a wisp of the wind,
gentle as a baby's touch.
Wild as an unexpected sin,
goals fall silent to lust.
Love is but magic's true form,
enticing as a drop of blood.
Giving chase to the raging storm,
yet as simple as a hug.
Love is but created from hate,
a thorn in a partner's side.
Wandering from state to state,
something a lie cannot hide.
Love is but a touch a way,
resting in the keeper's heart.
Come and claim it; seize the day.
Unto death 'till you part.
