Scelahdore

I think that there's love in the rain,

alongside rain,

life always follows,

dead plains,

become forests and jungles,

tree lined hills,

open savannahs,

alpine ridges and,

flourishing fjords.

When there's love in your heart it flourishes,

dances instead of beating,

flutters in one's chest,

A euphoric feeling,

of everlasting peace,

simple moments,

like the beauty of a cellar door,

the deep oak wood,

that so matches a lover's glow.

Where things flourish,

there is love,

so when the rain dances down,

love will be laying all around,

just waiting to be found,

you may stop to look on the ground,

but try to consider the blissful sound,

that has encompassed the surround,

for it will most certainly astound,

within your chest heart does pound,

a completeness so very profound,

that was hidden in the background,

waiting,

waiting to be crowned.