What Is Love Poem by Unic Cjonr

What is love. What is true. The sun which breaks through the clouds on the first day of spring. Warning not only your heart, but every creature at a scuttle to be about. What is love. What is true. The shine off the moon is the cause for a wolf to the howl. The sparkle appears not from the stars as much to your blue eyes. What is love. What is true. Maroon is the rose in the full of bloom. I suffocate for a kiss from the red off you lips. Soon. What is love. What is true. What spirals my aura into a tornado of emotions. Pure of silk inside the wings of butterfly. Transparant by scarlet against the break of dawn. One love. One taste. One truth.