Love twice

Every love is different. 

I have experienced love once or twice. 

Some love really is just spite. 

We try to fix and correct 

but all we did was tear down and misdirect. 

So I left to find a new love. 

This love was different and wholesome

I never knew this love would make me write a poem 

i feel complete and the world it's just you and me  

standing on cloud nine waiting for you to kneel down and make me yours one last time