Love is a flaming arrow
blazing across the fertile
plains of the heart,
a soft country breeze
gently ruffling the golden
grass of the plains of the soul.
Love is a shimmering wave of wondrous
delight crashing upon the
sandy shores of the mind,
a glorious symphony of passionate
sensations that flow through
the auditorium of ones life.
Love is that most wonderful
artist painting a masterpiece
of joy upon the blank canvas
of mankind's existence,
making the world a most
gloriously wonderful place.
Donavon Scott Vinson