love is a feather
gently falling to earth.
it’s not what you receive
as pure gift,
but rather what you’re
willing to give.
love is a breeze
through an open window
on a hot summer’s night.
love makes
everything alright.
(mostly) short poems on life and love
writer, dreamer, lover, seeker. labels never reach the heart of any matter, but they might be a place to start...