Love is a song without end,
a melody played
through the whispers in the wind.
You look deep
into one another’s eyes,
kissing the reflection of a sunrise.
The song plays on
as you snuggle together
in each other’s arms.
Passions rise
to melt winter’s snow
and it has you tingling
from your head to your toes.
Love is a song without end
and when you’re in love,
your vision bends.
You see only
what you want to see.
12 April 2008
I really like the last few lines........I know i've seen only what i wanted to see quite a few times. Very nice poem, good to see that you have such an optimistic nature about love.
Lovely title and sweet words David, love makes the world go round, and as T says love can also be blind, but I'm forever the optimist,10 Lynda xx
Oh D. Lovely.... if only it were true. As you say, you see only what you want to see through the distorted pane.... then the eyes may be opened. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is blind indeed, fetching love to those in need... Andy 10