I once met Love;

His skin was magnet, his hair was red

His eyes crystals of magnifying glass

Or hidden oracles his lips sometimes 

Spoke off his tongue taylor-made just for me 

To believe in divine things  

His arms were the sturdy scaffolding

Under which many dreams were made  

Real

His chest was like a stubborn mighty wind

Through which I found shelter and made fire out of my

Tinder 

He smelled of a sure thing and his kisses 

were like a trail for me to follow 

out of the emptyness and hollow 

Solitude –

Sometimes his fingers turned into the right keys 

To open bliss and places never known before

He had a birthmark in the shape of my heart 

and his heart was a map to freedom 

from each and every prison 

His shadow was a mirror of my own 

Dark and he reflected my sparks 

His smile was painted by mystery and sometimes 

I was the canvas.

I once met Love

And his love was like a message in a bottle 

somehow landing on my shore 

Which read take note carefully and let me 

Drift away again because this is the lifesaving

message meant to be

read by many

I once met Love and now I know he lives 

With Hope in a place inside where 

These things just don’t die. ~”