Love

Love Love is something sweet Like a honeydew, soft and comforting. Love has the warmth of a nice summer breeze, Flowing past you throughout the trees. It's also like a bee sting Painful,burning,unforgettable. Then you fall in love again, Like your on the edge of a cliff teetering Back and forth. Suddenly, you fall and watch as the sky escapes your grasp, hoping they love you back, So you close your eyes and wait for that hurtful little sting. But, instead all you feel is the warmth of their love Wrapping around and sets you softly on the ground.