All the love that history knows,
Is said to be in every rose
Yet all that could be found in two,
Is less than what i feel for you
I thought love was just a mirage of the mind,
Its fake, an illusion, impossible to find
But the day i met you i began to see
Love is real and exists in me.
'Love is something that can't be described.
Like the look of a rose,
The smell of the rain,
Or the feeling of forever'
Bridgid Patrick
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stupid-cupid/
