You know, that Love itself,
Is not the way that we behave.
It's not a flowers on first date,
Nor patient waiting when she's late.
It's not even first kiss in front her door,
Including all expects on "something more.."
It's not first night to spend together,
Even when can't imagine nothing better.
It's not acquaintance with her parents,
Helping her mom preparing salads.
While choosing wedding ring - it's not.
When got her "Yes", you dreamed alot..
Still not...
A real pure Love - is piece of the sublime..
It is when you want stop, but you keep rhyme..
It is when you want walk, but you still fly..
It's when, there is no need in simplify..
Just try..
And Stop your passing by..
Convince yourself that you're Alive!
And you will see..
How simple all the things to be..
And as for me..
The love is not the thing I thought about,
That's not Only feeling that worms you inside.
It is when meaning of whole world around,
Is grayest and pointless without her light.
Love is when you killed every thought "to give up",
When it seems any chance have not ever existed.
It's when every time your own world fall apart,
From just thought of a danger she could ever be hited.
Love is one only thing all the time you keep thinking..
Is how you make her to smile from the morning till night.
Love cannot be described by the words we keep speaking..
But it's one only thing that is worth of the fight.
My friend, At least believe in it's existence,
And you will see how short is distance,
To the ocean, named as Love, the deepest!
All you need is turn around, to see this...