And tell me what should love look like
If not like foxes in the grass
Playing freely as they pass
The time

Like the ocean making waves
As if the breeze is holding hands
With it

Like a bird learning to fly
As it jumps down blindly by
It's own choice towards the sky

Like a farmer working fields
Because that's what brings him peace

Like a kid watching the snow
From the window in his home

Like a dreamer in the clouds
On a sofa made of thoughts
Just resting comfortably
As he learns to simply be

Like a painter as he sees
A sight gifted by the seas
To him to rescue from time's passing
Making his story everlasting

Like a baby duck returning
To his mother's worried calling

Like a lover saying that
She needs someone to have her back
And that she won't settle for less
For she needs safety in distress

Like an author writing poems
To send a sorry to past lovers
Poems they may never read
But they still hope those words will meet
The eyes of those who are in need

Tell me what love looks like please
If not like freedom, peace and dreams
And like learning to let go
Of what is not in your control...

*** is nice I guess and all
But show me more about your soul
How do you think, what makes you laugh
In winter how you tie your scarf

Show me what you look like dreaming
When you're crying, when you're being
Angry with yourself for actions
Taken from impulsive passions

Show me what you do believe in
Tell me how you go through grieving
Tell me the things that make you rage
Or what you see when a new page
Is turned on the book you're reading

*** jokes are good fun and all
And lust is something that we share
But I would love to also stroll
Through the park and see the wave
That baby ducks make on the lake
As they swim towards the call
Of their mother

There's something that I'm looking for
In your mind so show me more
Than a **** joke, ***** or ***
Attraction is much more complex
Than that, and my love is way too hot
A commodity to share like that
With everybody,
I wish that I could sometimes
But I loved truly in the rhymes
Of what now I call the past,
And my heart learned if it's to last
Something then it should be real
Otherwise it will dissapear
With my hairline and your curves
And with time we'll find it hurts
For the wrong reasons completely
I hold a bigger hope for me,
So come, be free, and let us be,
Whatever happens, we will see.
But what matters some more to me
It's real authenticity, that creates intimacy,

If nature wishes, it will be.
_M.