Love has no boundaries, it's limitless
Love knows no deadline nor beginning, it's timeless
Love realizes no past hatred, it's progress
Love understand no abuse, it's harmless
Love sees no flaws or imperfections, it's respect

Falling in love is never the same
For some it could be a simply look, or a complex game
Fridays could be quick and brutal, or sweet and tame
Freezing nights that rejoice in gentleness, or your name
Falling in love with someone, it's an effect

Poetry touches those who understand
Praising those who feel it's emotional demand
Presenting everyone an adventure with an open hand
Plating and feeding a rush of emotions into a new land
Poetry can be everything, it's an addict

Stories are endless realities, never something more
Surely, it can exist, even if we can't see it's lore
Straight from the heavens just outside the door
Sent and created by those to give as a gift for
Stories are august, it's a project

A projection, of how these memories seal
An addiction, to how these moments feel
An effect, of how these actions give a meal
A respect, of how these choices are a silent deal
A perfection, of how I want love to be our real

Idk, this poem is making me feel so giddy yet serenely calm