Poem # 111 The Irony We Call Love....

I love the view from the mountain top,

The expanse seems infinite without a stop;

I love the desert with all the sand,

Try trapping some and see it slip through your hand;

I love the valleys and the river it holds,

Lush abundance and beauty galore.

I love to sit by the ocean shore,

Enjoy the silence, amidst the waves galore;

I love a dip in the calm cool sea,

Waves gliding smooth, feeling one with me;

I love to drive through colors of the fall,

Green, yellow, orange, red…. I want them all!

I love the time, when spring blooms,

Fragrance in the air of alluring perfume.

I love summers, a time for fun,

High temperature, feeling giddy anyone?

I love winters, icy cold snow,

Light up your fireplace, watch the embers glow.

I love the siege of dark grey in skies,

Booming lightening, thunder as the cloud cries;

I love the chilly feel when it rains,

Fresh smell of the earth, like life’s starting again;

I love the spontaneous dance of the flames,

Wild steps to their own tune, tough to tame.

I love the golden warmth of the sun,

Powerful enough to drive away all glum;

I love the silvery shadows of the moon,

Glowing to its fullness not a day too soon;

Love the cool cuddle from the wind,

Embracing me like lovers' entwined.

So many things we can all love for free,

Unconditional, boundless, accessible and easy;

Open your heart and you know it’s no gimmick,

Existing naturally, no confines or limit;

Its ironic, how we crave for that person on bent knee,

Who binds our hearts in their conditional love for eternity.