Love

If love could be all it means,
Then nothing is as it seems.
The one I love the mos is you,
'tis the only thing I can do.
To glance and gain thy glimpse of thee,
I'm blinded from all else I see.
To hear the sound that is so sweet,
from the lips that mine do meet.
To feel the touch that is so nice,
that adds the warmth and the spice.
To smell the scent that makes it true,
you know that I do love you.