What is it about this sentiment called love
That people find it difficult to say to; au revoir
So sharp and strong like the scimitar
Yet sweet and tasty like the pinot noir
Its beauty is a million time the beauty of Zanzibar

Pure and gentle like a dove
Without it we feel incomplete
It is the perfect definition of bittersweet
Having it puts us in the catbird seat
Making us the Corps D’elite

This feeling called love
Is something that can never be shoved out of the way
Even if it is leading us astray
It comes with a coupe in which the two can sway
Having it means no feeling of dismay

Thousands of names it has
The Indonesian call it sayang
Die Liebe by the German
Amore by the Italian
But in my world, the only word I have for love is YOU.

My heart fills with euphoria
Whenever I’m with you
I never want to leave your side
For it makes me feel like I’m losing you
I always want to feel the scent of you
That scent as sweet as a rose flower
Not to talk of your voice
As pleasant as that of a nightingale
Singing the morning melodies
To signal the beginning of a new bright day
Sans you
My day is neither beautiful nor bright
Your beauty enlightens my day
Without it my day is dark
All I need from you is that
You forever brighten my days

She surfs her way through the streams
Of love right into my dreams
With her beautiful eyes full of gleam
A plenitude of pulchritude bathes her agleam