The nature of love

The nature of Love

Before going to bed, I looked out my big picture window last night
and marveled at the downy snow, making a fluffy blanket of white.
Then the clouds slowly parted and the moon it's beams did spread,
creating an endless sea of diamonds and the most perfect sight.

After a little while I continued upstairs to my warm, comfortable bed,
but was awakened later to the sound of rain on the roof over my head.
I realized it would melt the snow and in a way it made me rather sad
I had wanted to watch the new day with it, but it would be gone instead.

I thought of how this first and momentary snow had made me very glad
and of the effect upon my heart it's exquisite beauty, so easily had had.
At last I drifted back into a slumber for the rest of the time I had to dream,
I knew this memory of perfection would remain through the good and bad.

I came down the stairs to face what would be a dreary day it did seem,
but through the picture window sun's first light soon did begin to stream,
and proved me be so wrong in all that I had thought I knew about the day,
before me I watched nature create a sunrise of which one can only dream.

The sun was rising slowly and before it topped the trees with it's brilliant rays
it sent a reddish-orange flood of light that beat back the rain's depressing haze.
Relentlessly climbing into the sky, it seemed to push the clouds out of the way
and delivered the most awe inspiring sunrise, causing me to watch in a daze.

I could not help but to think of all the beauty I have encountered  along my way
and feel an uplifting sense within my heart to start this new and hope filled day,
for such a wondrous gift delivered for me to watch from the heavens far up above
a show of natures constantly changing  ways and grandeur there put on display.

That sunrise made me think of many things that day in a world of push and shove
as my mind wondered restless, eventually I began to see the true nature of love.
A relationship must be symbiotic if it is to endure the test of time, so unrelenting,
one must always give as much as they take, the other to always be thinking of.

For if one takes more than they give, the others love will find itself slowly starving'
if it continues too long, it will die and leave alone the one who was always taking.
A taker is just a parasite and it's host will in the end die, 'less it can be rid of such
an unavoidable outcome as nature shows in so many examples there is no denying.

Love is a living thing;as flower needs the soothing water and the suns sweet touch,
love gets it's strength from both you and them and from neither one way too much.
Like the flower getting only one, it will perish by way of burning out or it will drown
the two of you surely see yourselves as one, being there together even in a clutch.

Love is always changing it does not stay the same for long, like nature or a town,
it will change what love feels like, each perfect like the snow that had fallen down
became the wondrous sunrise, so different yet so very perfect in it's own unique way
and both of you can wear your love for all to see, as if it were a shining new crown.

I know my humble words are feeble compared to what is in my heart this very day
and there are no words that can express the things my heart would truly like to say,
but I wish that every one of you could know the nature of love and I will always pray
that you shall always hear "I love you" often and that it will guide you on your way.