Because Love Blooms On The Days That Are Not In Our Calendar ♥

Think of love as a flower
The one using Passion as power
The beauty of my hand in yours,
And yours in mine,
Your eyes are laughing, they shine
The dimple is dancing,
With all the secret glancing,
As the embrace tightens,
The stars will brighten*
The Moon laughs along,
A nightingale's song
The sweet smell of being wanted,
The red rose is being handed:
The thorn pierces the palm
And its the beauty of pleasure in pain...

And if memories are moments, and moments are pictures,
I have an infinity of albums,
And if love is a language, and love is eternity,
Listen to my heart, it speaks volumes.
♥