Love

What is love,
but the sweet ambrosia
that seeps from the heavens
smothering our hearts
our minds
in perpetual contentment

Love is passionate
love is kind
driving us to the point of no return
only to pull us back at the last possible second
and hold us in its warm embrace
whispering warmth into our ears

To love is care with wild abandon
leaving logic forlorn
coughing on its dust clouds

To love is to be with you
in our perfect little moment
holding hands, laughing
and running through the sprinklers