Love has no season
no specific time
no set time to set on fire,
any time or season she finds
she enjoy without remorse.
It finds you anywhere
it meets with you anytime
her calm fingers touch your lips
her quiet gentle breeze blow on your face
its time is timeless.
You just have to dance
once you've meet with her
timeless love only sings
with those who embrace her
pain becomes her deepest route
love, love, love, in its feels...
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You are right John love has no season it finds you anywhere any time but sometimes the feeling is bitter. Thank you for sharing
I appreciate you Ma! Thank you for the wonderful poetic comments.