I See Love Poem by Butch Decatoria

It's a somber Saturday with it's overcast gloom,
One could say it sets our moods to blue,
But what's observed among our neighbors
The happy in positive behavior shouldn't waver.

An intimate couple, balcony and drinks,
A conversational wooing with shot glass hints,
It may change either way, the clouds' grey
May cool the weekend fire of their day in the hay.

A small latin family of four and a pinata,
Toddler lifted to it's hight by the papa,
Even with an immanent storm above
They celebrate in the fog,
Their mood set to Love
Good stays good

How I see love.