Define Love

Wind's blowing and brings no smell,
that smell of fresh air like my fingers brushing thy hair,
like the delicate pose of the rose red on thy lips,
this heart is broken and only thou can fix.

Love is but a risk.
Some people take it,
some people are too afraid to face it.

Matching like water to grain,
in a season when terrain needs rain,
from death to flourish,
thee enlight I's days.

Love is but a risk.
Some people take it,
some people are too afraid to face it.

Sharing whatever comes to thy mind,
from silly to serious in the blink of an eye,
the matching piece to thy puzzle,
when thy mouths can't be muzzled.

Love is but not really,
what's defined to be silly,
what describes best with worst,
a contradiction lasting a life long.