Love is..

The Big Band is nothing more than a whimper. I love you. No more than words. Unless seen threw the eyes of a scientist, Unless spoken threw the lips of a lover. Phenomenon, Exquisite. Like the Rapture. I will take you up to heaven. Show you the sunset from a different view. But throught the eyes of an Angel there will always be sorrow. The beaten and the broken with so much sorrow always filling your eyes with blood-like tears. The question remains.. Why Me? To take the time to fix what is seemingly beyond repair. To share your heart with the down-trodden. Love is so impractical, but no matter the circumtance we are bonded now. As two lovers entwined in bed. Parting.. Not even a brief thought across a glorious land scape. We will survive like a rose in the eye of a hurricane. And people will stop and stare at what is impossible. They refuse to see because it would mean that sight is no longer belief. But we will smile, join hands And jump into whatever the future holds.