Love

He sits, and Love walks up.

It consumes his every thought,

His every waking hour,

And is sleeping ones too.

He has fallen,

And just keeps falling.

And falling and falling and falling.

Love drifts from his peson like a sea mist,

Distorting all he sees around him.

Out of the mist walks a girl,

She too is falling.

Falling for his smile, and caress,

His laugh, and kiss.

She is falling for everything about him.

They do not realize the love they have.

Going through life unaware of the connection.

Untill the day the walk into each other lives.

They stop and stare,

For the mist of love has vanished,

And it is clear now.

That they were ment to be.

Reviews

[The Perfectionist]

This is really sweet, and that would usually mean I would hate it, but it never crosses the line into terrible. The first half is the best; the only part of the poem I went 'ugh' at was the part about them not realizing everything, but you clean that up with the ending, so it's all good. This is quite well done.