A heart in mind....
A word in hand....
I write this poem....
In all errands....
A feeling so true....
Like flowers and its bloom....
If this was Love....
I'd bet it was you....
The purity of a heart....
The beauty of a rose....
The dream of a soul....
Is what makes a thing called 'Love'....?
As I walk along the night....
And I see the stars so bright....
I wish I had you in sight....
And we would fly like a kite....
I know now what Love is....
It is you....
It is me....
It is the purity of our souls....
And the Love that is it....