Someone once said <br />We love to the sense of madness <br />On one hand we grope it <br />On the other we hope it <br />Therefore love becomes very dense <br />Flowering with life <br />A colorful living fence <br />Lovers bathe in liquid joy <br />haters but with their hearts to toy <br />So go slowly my friend <br />Life does not end <br />Love spent like a flower <br />Will therefore bloom again <br />Smell the aroma in the air <br />From a blossom <br />Oh so fair <br />Oh so fair<br /><br />John Shea<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blossomed-love/
