As the light of a morning sky rises
The song of birds greet a new day
My mind wants to capture
Those morning colors
Over the last shadows of night
So I may hold on to it
As the day moves forward
Poetry
Essence of love
Essence of love
Is the intricate sum of its’ parts
Each alone have it’s own value
As with a flower, a color, a scent that may be present
A petal, the pattern they follow
It is each that create the beauty one can see
Love is each and all those small things that one feels and wants to express
Love isn’t one thing, but all those things that make everyday
For us it is what each of us are and what we want and give to each other
For we see is the beauty of the other and give ourselves to it and that is the essence
That is the love, that is us together
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