She sung a sweet hum
You could ever hear so slightly,
The dewy sound
Heard like rain droplets, minus the lightening.

In the evening she drowns in oils,
Dancing to her home in the dim lighting.

Her love a vast jungle,
Those fear the secrets of the lush entangled vines
Which few find enlightening,
She gifts herself for growth,
But anytime someone enters they go hiding
She does not mind though,
For she knows it is simply up to timing
And so they walk away with love
While she sits there to watch, simply smiling.

She was in love with herself,
and how couldn't she be?
Her heart was torn to shreds,
and yet love was all it bled,
Her mind was lost in a maze of lies,
And yet it dreamt of touching the skies,
Her soul was burned and wrenched,
Yet from the ashes she was born again.
Yes, she was in love with herself,
And why shouldn't she be?

To love and be loved- that is the greatest gift.

But do you ever realize that love is not limited to being an abstract power held between two emotional beings.
Love exists all around us and we choose to put emphasis on it with humans.
Love exists in the flowers you planted that are finally peaking their heads out for a new beginning.
The love you gave to it will soon be returned as it will flourish in front of your own eyes.
Love exists in the furry creature that licks itself to sleep at your feet.
The love you provided it in food and water and affection will soon be returned to you when it keeps your feet warm the whole night through.
Love exists in the little boys eyes at the grocery store as he eyes up his favorite candy bar.
The love you gave by purchasing it for him will soon be returned as you watch him bite into the luxurious chocolate square and remember how candy bars were a lot cheaper in your day.
Love exists in your favorite songs on cold winter days, where the only way to warm up in your car faster is by distracting yourself by shouting the lyrics a little offbeat.
The love you gave for this song will soon be returned to you as you hear it years down the road and get a warm nostalgic winter day feeling.
Love exists in the outfit you're wearing, with your cute little sunflower skirt, your black tights with a slight run, and your oversized sweater that matches your boots.
The love you put into this outfit will soon be returned to you when you feel like a goddess walking down the cereal aisle in search of your favorite berry blend cereal.
Love exists all around you in forms unrecognized by most of us.
The life you are living is full of love, and the more love you put out the more love you receive.
Do not be shy with your heart, fall in love with those favorite boots you have, fall in love with that catchy overplayed radio song, fall in love with the slim piece of light that peeks through where your blinds are broken.
Fall in love with yourself, and fall in love with your life.
You are an artist and the whole world is your own blank canvas darling.
What colors will you fall in love with first?

The body of a poem
  
            Could never be as beautiful as *yours

A friend attempted to break me

Took a love of mine from under me

She won't approach me now

I smiled when I saw her, just yesterday

She packed up her things and left