Wednesday, November 20, 2013

A simple thing

Love is a simple thing
not a mountain you must climb
but a gentle butterfly
come to sit softly on your shoulder
It isn't bound to the ground
but flies free
with wings as light as your heart
It is not an accumulation of much
but an enjoyment of simple things
flowers... sunlight
and freedom
Unchained from everyday worries
by joining your hearts together
blown on the breeze
of the goodness of giving
Love doesn't ask much
but gives all
and if left unattended
flies away
its wings carrying it further
than the eye of the unloving...
Let me light on your shoulder
my love...