To be in love is to be a flower passion blooms with in each hour when spring time comes two lovers grow just like the plants in my garden below
To be in love is to be a bird passions soars with
untold words flying high on wings of love to see the summer sky above
To be in love is to be a tree the sun shines down to worship thee the autumn breeze caress your face holding you tight in love embrace
To be in love is to be a season always changing without reason as you stand in winters cold embrace you realize love can find you any place.
Great conceit and magnificent comparison of love with, tree bird, season and flower. Nice write.
Beautiful writing.....to be in love is to be happy and sad at the same time!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is a spiritual experience that affects all and sundry profoundly - a voyage of pure bliss. Indeed love can find one wherever one may be. A lovely depiction of the mighty feeling of love, well articulated and insightfully penned in poetic diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Cindy. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.