The creature 'Love' - a curious thing, <br />So high it soars, though has no wings. <br />And beauteous to all who view, <br />Yet has no form and has no hue... <br /> <br />To seek, to find, to catch, to hold - <br />To feel its warmth - and now so cold! <br />It has no voice - we hear its call - <br />And so we rise, knowing we might fall. <br /> <br />We feel it as it flutter-moves <br />Along our inner, tender grooves, <br />Like dreamy touches, caressings wild. <br />O 'Love' make our hearts your domicile.<br /><br />Jonathan Platt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-creature-love/
