Love You Free

Love is poetry, and She was poetryHe loved poetry and she was one, 

One with everything he wrote,

and he wrote everything.
Everyone wanted to figure her out like the Mona Lisa painting,

Yet she stayed as a mystery,

A mystery to the world,

That no one could solve.
He liked the mystery of her silence,

He liked the mystery of her broken smile, 

He liked the way she danced with the dark as her eyes glowed like the stars,

and gave him light.

Yes, he loved her mysterious ways of showing love.

And most of all he loved her mind,

Her mind that flows like poetry.

Love stops time.

So she stood there still as a mystery for the world.
He was a curious soul, 

Loves mystery to solve.

As she stood in a crowd that tries to solve her,

He read her fast like an open book. 

Then he opened his eyes and saw her’s smiling.
She gave him the key to her heart,

I’m not gonna tell you it was art but it was beautiful.

A beauty that the heart only could feel, 

A peace that the mind only could imagine,

Yet please don’t think to much I want you to just be,

Just be who you are.

A mystery to the world,

Yet an open book in my eyes.
Feel free to feel free.

Free like a lake running in to the sea.

Free like you free me. 

She was a poetry

A poetry that was love 

And love feels like freedom. 
So he said

I would love to love you free.

I would love to love you high. 

Love free like the birds in sky, 

Love free like the summer butterfly,

Love free like your mind,

I love your free mind it’s sweet like wine.

They say things fade away as time goes by,

Yet you, only you get better with time like wine.

-Becky A. & Simon M.


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