Love's not a trick,
with the nod of your head.
Not a romp in the hay,
nor words meaninglessly said...
It's pain from within,
when one is without...
Your brightest of stars,
when they are about...
True love rings deep,
as a silent alarm.
Not the wave of a wand
or gasp at one's charm.
It's sun in the morning,
your blanket at night.
Air that you breathe
or just having insight...
Love is a seed,
you plant in your soul.
An ember that grows,
when the fire gets cold...
With no guarantees,
that's what love is about.
Although embers flicker,
the flame won't go out.
