It tastes as sweet as a good dream,
Love.
It feels as soft as a baby's skin,
Love.
Gramps once told me a story,
about Love.
Two young men fighting,
for Love.
They skipped the part about pain,
for love is self contained.
There's happiness, laughter
but there's also sadness, pain.
when I am grey I will tell the grandkids
about Love.
The good, and the bad.