Nature of Love

       
                                                             


  
                                         

                                                                  Nature of Love

What would be the last to know?

Rise of the wild sun warmed our skin,

The sweetest moonlight that light senses;

Or the warning of the storm opens up our pleasure?

I have kissed the wind when we’ve met,

Forming the clouds in golden balls ahead,

Lying in the water with cold applause;

And even climbing the narrowest tree, I conclude.

Blaming the flowers of May,

Remembering my name only that day,

But all I knew is the feelings for you;

Even the farthest heaven that may God know.

I can count the stones beyond the sea,

Fighting these tides bolding my way,

Although, I’m far from you;

But I can reach the game over you.