Ah love,
its beautiful complexities,
subtle melodies,
a birth of spring on a dark day.
An oaken flavour,
a warmth that permeates,
a maturing colour
and an open smile.
The driving force
of a thousand battles,
the tempering peace
of a soft touch.
Why is it,
that we love?
It is beauty,
it is truth,
it is the colour in every day.
Nice.
Thanks Jerry 
Very nice. Very sentimental. Cheesy…verging on cringe worthy! Evidently I have a lot of Love yet to feel, yet to open myself up to…
‘Love fabricates unknownness’ - e.e. cummings
Hi Colinsign,
Thanks for the comments.
Yes it is quite cheesy, but that is because I wanted it to be honest and try to capture the heady giddyness that love can sometimes bring.
I would thoroughly recommend opening yourself up to it
I like that! I wish I could feel that way.