.
Love is...
the dream,
like these clouds
that I drift on.
Love is...
pure hope,--
a white cloud
saturation.
Love is...
cool rain
I'm sending to
you.
Your voice...
the song
of
my
infatuation.
.
Ya know I like your writing but this week I would have to say love is a crock, go for the sex. It is a sweet poem though.