Love Sonnet - V

What is a floral spray, when it is more?
When the scent tickles the nose of passion
When he hopes that your heart dips and it soars
Love comes in time and in its own fashion

What is the eyes happen, when it is more?
When they reveal the souls desired truth
When they; bat, rise, cut, jot back and jot forth
Love talks in glances, your eyes are the sleuth

What is the hearts flutter, when it is more?
When your body has its own intentions
When control is lost, it walks out the door
Love strolls in and it heeds no directions

What is this love thing and what is it for?
Love is the dream and it gives your heart chores


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