Lovely

[This is my entry for: Mystery Competition 2. I am to define love.]

Love is sin in a heavenly place.
Love is steaming hot scream in the face.
Love is a magical wonderland of wishful thinking.
Love is a stare without ever blinking.

When I touch love, my feet want to dance.
If I ever trip, consider it happenstance.
The heart is like a river in a hearty flood;
overflowing with madness and love.

There is no place to go to escape love's splendor,
though I consider the fall an adventure.