Love comes in many forms,
in a song or in a poem;
in a photo or a dream,
at work, at play, at home.
The beating of your heart's desire,
framed by love and perfection;
the pulse that quickens,
...until rejection.
The tongue that stumbles,
when he talks;
his sudden lurching,
when he walks;
his confidence, once mattered,
now falls, lies shattered;
he smiles, instead of speaking,
his body odor... reeking;
he's embarrassed and struck dumb,
his mind and tongue, now numb.
Love comes in many forms,
in silent words and shyness;
but next time that they meet,
he is at his very finest.
Love comes in many forms,
we take what we are given;
and do our best to give love.,
that's passionate and driven.