Magical words were written about love.
Love is it's own special place.
Love is intense in it's emotion.
It courts us and sweeps us
off our feet into a storm
of a tornado in our minds.
I confess that love is everything,
love is my religion, my world.
Boys I love more than life,
they are my universe, my everything.
Love is the words we speak,
love dances in our four walls.
Loves whispers in the morning leaves,
love screams with red fire passion.
Love, not easy it needs attention,
to stay alive, to allow growth.
Love is not perfect but beautiful.
He knows me like the tides,
the fire burns in my eyes.
He makes me sane and insane.
I confess that love is everything,
it's the kaleidoscope of our life.
written like a song. beautiful, Ayala! love it!
ReplyDeleteI like the line, "He knows me like the tides," Thankful I have someone that knows me like that :) lovely words to read this morning.
ReplyDeletelove is a beautiful thing and it certainly is what makes the world, go round and otherwise...i am a devotee as well..smiles.
ReplyDeletethis reminds me of a line from the e.e.cummings poem,"be of love (a little) more careful than of everything"
ReplyDelete"he" makes me sane and insane too.
ReplyDeleteLove it!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Hope. I hope you are well.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lori. We are lucky :)
ReplyDeleteBrian, I knew you were a devotee :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing, Leslie. :)
ReplyDeleteHa, Lauren. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Molly :)
ReplyDelete"He makes me sane and insane."
ReplyDeleteI love that!
Thank you, MZ :)
ReplyDeleteLove is everything... and still remains a bit of a mystery. :)
ReplyDeleteYes..yes...Melissa :)
ReplyDeleteKnows me like the tides ...
ReplyDeleteMy husband is a tsunami survivor, then ;)
sane and insane.....excellent!
ReplyDeleteAloha from Waikiki;
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I confess it, too.
ReplyDelete~brook
Kate, that's funny :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Cloudia.
ReplyDeleteGood for you, Brook.
ReplyDeleteYes, so it is: Best lines ~
ReplyDeleteI confess that love is everything,
it's the kaleidoscope of our life.
Heaven... :)It is isn't it?
ReplyDeleteThe kaleidoscope of our life...what an apt description. It is a colorful thing, love - and your words sing it justice. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Chris :)
ReplyDeleteHow lovely!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Madeleine. :)
ReplyDeletethis is lovely. I love that you've captured the many splendid things we have to love in life.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rachelle. :)
ReplyDeleteVery nice cadence to this poem. Thanks Ayala. I love these reminders.
ReplyDeleteTo love is posibly the greatest gift there is!
ReplyDeleteLike fellow reader, Hope, said - this reads like a song. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteI'm late with my Six Word Friday rounds, Ayala, but am so glad I was able to finally read your post. Always good words here. Always. :)
Thank you, Rudri :)
ReplyDeleteBelinda, I agree :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mel.
ReplyDeleteHappy to see you again :)
ayala, this is so heartfelt and so beautiful. I love the kaliescope...all the disconnected pieces falling into place when turned just right - a perfect description of love.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Talon.
ReplyDelete:)