Defining Love Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

love is your loved eyes,
face, soft hair loving, the smelling,
deep or playful look,
and the heart.

love, is our silence...silence,
or saying, one through second.
love is a lesson, how can listen
to hear out and to understand somebody else.

love isn't complaining,
it is suffering quietly
is never demanding
is giving more than is taking

sometimes though
it go away, wounding
at least, it is making
'in good faith'.

love, it isn't obvious,
why is coming to us,
and why it is exactly
so and not other...

love is sinful
and innocent love.
love is normal, straight,
and even children's.

complicated, it is able to be
like the life, you don't know why
you love secretly
or in reality...

but... without the love
of lives it isn't impossible
in May, the Cupid is hitting
the most of persons.

pay attention to his shots...