the zeal.......to be in love.........dangerous

to be in love is my volition and to be voluble is her nature.

love is so many things.From the leaves that waft past my window to the new born welp.
i can waive talking about love but then i lose interest.
like the wake of the boat in the calm waters, love leaves marks and the heart follows them.

in bereavement, the lover turns wan, seems to carry it everywhere, can't wangle the smile he always carries.

the words, sometimes you warble in front of her, and she looks at you confused, that look ; is the warranty of your love.
you play the wastrel when the love she gives you seems unfathomable. This hurts her, the welts last long inside her.

a whimsical thought crosses your mind each time she winks. You love everything about her.
not a whit of doubt remains when she kisses after days of misunderstanding.

your valentine the whorl of love around you,doesn't give you a chance to winnow out the thoughts in your mind.

the zeal kills me and i start acting a yokel. the yen kills me, i miss her badly. i turn zany and i don't want to wreak my madness onto you....
so
bye!