love is like a seed
planted in fertile soil
it sits dormant
waiting to unfold
then suddenly in a moment
like a magic trick
it finds itself being opened
unleashed to finally live

no signs or any warnings
it bursts onto the scene
uncontrollable is its very nature
like a hidden beast
it's instinct is to bloom
it's goal to have it all
until it begins to conquer
having no limits within it at all

like an arrow finding its target
travelling through the air
it becomes a mystery
until it reveals itself
it motivates a new change
it directs a new path
creating its own idealism
is the key to its wrath

many have researched it
through math and scientific methods
but it always ends with the same result
the same conclusion
which baffles us to no means
because we must concede
that it leaves us with only one logical question
how long will it breathe



another 5 minute poem

Now you are just showing off .. laughing .. bows to the master .. beautiful

Good one

I’ll have to read back through for more of your works.

NICE

Nice poem .