Love wears a dress,
It's flowing,
with a pattern of flowers.
It's made of thin linen.
Feels beautiful stroking the skin.
Love has pure *******,
Capable of nurturing,
Keeping interest alive.
Sometimes love wears lingeree,
Of ebony black lace,
with scarlet ribbons attached.
Sometimes love has tassles attached,
they could be twiddled to occupy a lover who may be becoming bored.
Sometimes,
love is concealed beneath the protective cloak of the very caring nurse.
However;
Love can be stubborn,
Never admitting defeat,
Sometimes a total ***.
Who loves being in love,
Even when she's dressed in all of her disguises?
(c) Livvi