If you love a flower, don’t pick it up. Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is not about possession. Love is about appreciation."
Love is not a possession, Or an object of obsession; It is selfless, never selfish, Understanding, never jealous.
It is caring, and non-intrusive, It's not too daring or elusive; It's forgiving, always giving, Never hissing, never hitting.
Twas only a dream So real... but surreal. I could almost feel Your touch On my skin —the taste Of your sin. In the warmth of your soft embrace, A beautiful smile upon your face; In that moment, Frozen in time, Wrapped within eachothers arms, You were mine, If only for a moment... And in the blink of an eye, Awakened by reality, I sigh; Ever longing to return To the dream That is— A lie.