A poem to love over mind
Love is when you close your eyes and feel alive.
Love is when you can’t hold back a smile.
Love is when you forget about food and forget about time.
Love is when you run so fast, giggling like a child that in the hurry you forget your stuff.
Love is when you cry. Love does not think.
Love is a state of being. Flying mode.
The wings are made of pure release and the fuel is more love.
It’s spectrum is infinite and found in ones intention to care joyfully with a wink of an eye.