For some love blooms
like the blossom of the flowers,
they wither when the stem stirs
spreading around fragrance showers.
For some, love is clear ice
frozen on the surface of a winter lake,
it makes creaking sounds
forewarning of an impending break.
For some, love is a trek
meandering around the hills,
a path less trodden upon
a journey full of thrills.
For some love is like water
pristine, alive, flowing nectar,
it nourishes the soul
and displays great character.
For me, love is the mountain air
refreshing, breezy and limitless,
with all divine inspirations
it has a substance to bless.
For some, love is the morning dew
reflecting golden rays of the sun,
shining bright like a pearl
and it always stays for the one.
For some, love is a sea breeze
blowing in your face on a beach,
it is lighthearted and jovial
the fun is always within reach.
Love touches our lives on the go
and inevitably leaves its hue,
we usually get what we deserve
it\'s an expression that\'s true.
So what does love mean for you
tell me something give me a clue,
Let\'s choose the one you like
and be together with its glue.