Love is like a beautiful morning breeze
You can only see her if you look at the leafs
Her gentleness you can feel
As she blends through your skin
She is not poor or Rich
Neither is she local or English
She completely obeys the rules of nature
And completely defiles all rules of culture
She does react to human behaviour
She has her own posture
She is the creator of her own perfection
She cannot be controlled by even positive definition
She has her own direction
If she sits in any position
It automatically becomes her subject
She is not an object
She has always been a conquest
Love is always victorious
If deprived could be poisonous
She is very courageous
She is beautiful
Wonderful
Delightful
And sweet
She with time heals
She exist
Love is a spirit
Syl
