Love is a song without end,
a melody played
through the whispers in the wind.
You look deep
into one another’s eyes,
kissing the reflection of a sunrise.
The song plays on
as you snuggle together
in each other’s arms.
Passions rise
to melt winter’s snow
and it has you tingling
from your head to your toes.
Love is a song without end
and when you’re in love,
your vision bends.
You see only
what you want to see.
12 April 2008
David Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-is-a-song-without-end/
