Life of Love

Her eyes filled with passion

Her head filled with fear

As the lost ideas and thoughts

Became honest and clear

She loves deeply and quietly

The stars and the sky

The moon and the sun

and when the clouds start to cry,

The night has begun.

The morning arrives affectionately,

and the flowers start to blossom,

They blossom so delicately

the birds start to sing,

their songs sung so eloquently,

as though the universe crafted the lyrics

and the heavens, the melody

The busy streets filled with noise

and the oceans with silence

why are these beautiful lands

now filled with violence?

Why has hate become more celebrated than love?

When a gender or race,

determine status above

This magnificent world,

So forgiving and free,

So magical and open,

but why aren't we?

She is simply in love

But not with someone or something

She is in lofe with life itself.