love is a thing that lives mysteriously
ever so shy, yet ever so free
cleverly it lies
and smartly it hides
from those who desperately seek
the fountain of its reach
time is the enemy
to heart so meek
age is the battle
of those who feel love~weak
a thing of much greater heights
understood by all those who speak
love is a thing of pure beauty
so hard to reach
a butterfly and a wolf
sweet passion in speech
and will the time tell or will the time swell
what is the true nature of your heart i teach