Love is sharp like a Nettle Sting;
But soft as Down on an Angel's Wing.
Love is bright like the dawning Sun;
But vague at times like a Storm Cloud spun.
Love is long and can fondle the Moon;
Stay ever so near and can fill up a Room.
Love is loud and can frighten the Ear;
And so terribly quiet as to bring on a tear.
Love is Coloured like a Rain bending Bow;
And Grey at times with the Heart feeling low.
And Love is you in all it's Light;
A World of joy where Eyes excite.
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