Love

Heart thumping,

To the rhythm of a hundred butterfly wings.

Flowers blooming in the soul,

With every color of spring.

I have always loved love;

Something so magical,

Something sent from above,

But always seems to end tragical.

Always have my nose in a book;

Reading every single love story I could.

Real love is not like it is in the stories,

The stories have it sadly mistook.