Love is a heart

Love is a heart

Love is a heart that never gives up

It’s own will to suffer or to be loved

Love is a bare heart, no dress up

For its image to be something liked

A small heart, a better heart

The innocence and the beginning

A large heart, a brave heart

The love completed but no ending

Every time, I see you

That is the day like the love begins

Every day, I see you

I fall in love to start over again

The moisturized car window

You draw a clear line palm size heart

I saw it with the neon lights on

From the illumination of the street light

“My love, what would you like to add?”

You replied, “of course, ‘love and your name’.”

Then I felt something a bit quite odd

“From the outside window, will it all the same?”

“Yes, we are,” you answered cleverly

You drew the capitalized LOVE and my name

I went out and watched them carefully

I wanted to make fun by kissing the heart frame

You kissed me from the inside of the car

You kissed my name and the heart to give me

It was the glass window with the love letter

I found the meaning of love, a coin flipping game

Each side of a coin got it’s own meaning

The head meant ‘you are mine’ and no losing

The tail meant ‘I am yours’ to be challenging

A lovely heart with both sides for sharing

“Mon, I need to draw a new heart,” you jerked

“Why not with a kiss on my name?” --- juiced...