Another old poem of mine...
When you’re here
I feel alive
so happy
to be by your side
or in your arms
your so alive
so fun and free
Ocean waves
splash in your eyes
dancing to melodies
of late nights
under the stars
laughing and playing
in showers of rain
falling from the havens
to wash the pain away
You set me free
take me away
from a desolate home
to a wonderland
of fun and games
laughing and playing
in fields of violet lilies
But love
is not love
when one is so young
that is what we’re told
what we’re made to believe
but if love is not love
then what is it?
