" Potential to Kinetic Chemistry"

Puppy love extending until full grown
Like adding lyrics to the rhythm of a song

Definite feelings that kindle fresh air
In the midst of a crazy, populated world,
Fading so now, only the equivalent of two exists there

Where butterflies re-produce inside jars of hearts
Creating sparks so strong fireworks have no choice,
but to invade your skies

As eyes connect, within a space so weight-less
A feather would be considered heavy

Overtaken by clarity as momentary charity feeding emotions dismantles
from walls to drill the nails at the angle of 90 imparting...
forever soul treasury

To the extent so, "playing games" no longer seem to appeal
But if made possible, the letters would "Scrabble" until the universe knew-------

L-O-V-E was unmistakably real.