Iesaku noskatīties;)

It`s not a typical love affair

But "love" and "tenderness"

Both are there

Named after a daisy

She lived amidst words

Surrounded by adjectives

In green fields of verbs

Some force you to yield

But she with soft art

Passed through my hard shield

And into my heart

Not always are love stories

Just made of love

Sometimes

Love is not named

But it`s love just the same...

This is no typical love affair

I met her on a bench in my local square

She made a little stir, tiny like a bird

With her gentle feathers

She was surrounded by words

Some as common as myself

She gave me books, two or three

Their pages have come alive for me

Don`t die now,

You`ve still time, just wait

It`s not the hour, my little flower

Give me some more of you

More of the life in you

Wait...

Not always are love stories

Just made of love

Sometimes love is not named

But it`s love just the same.