L.O.V.E.

A single word, lights up the room. Can a single word be among a cloud? And yet the sky's blue, flowers bloom. The golden crown will never enshroud, It shall never burn nor fade away. As the crown lay, looking from above. Silver dewdrops placed a pathway, There! Bright stars, like doves. As pure as they can be, among those It was you! Falling, meeting eye-to-eye My dearest, it was you who I chose Grabbing you in the lake, a butterfly. Was it love? How gently were you then? Mirror in the lake, we meet again.