Oh! Love, a most soft and gentle thing,
Like silent falls of white Winter snows,
Or a dandelion stalk in a little girls hand,
As her wishes to the wind she blows.

Those who surrender their hearts to Love,
Will enter the warmest place,
Of cosy hugs and gentle caress,
And soft kisses upon their face.

Love is not possessive, or jealous, it's true,
Love's hurt to the bone can go,
It only thrives on caring compassion,
And needs plenty of space to grow.

Have you ever held a Robin in the cusp of your hands ?
A place so safe and warm,
Just strong enough not to let it fly away,
Yet gentle enough to cause no harm.

Did you feel it's little heart beating so strong,
Like a heart that has fallen in Love,
When a tiny spark is fanned to flame,
By the fluttering wings of a Dove.

Now to those in Love, the same rules apply,
Invite your partner for a close cuddly dance,
Hold them real easy as you waltz around Love's floor,
Steal a kiss as if per chance.

For it's the simplest things that make Love grow,
And keep it as strong as ever,
Show much respect and give it every chance,
This one might just last forever !