27 December 2012
Love leaps right on in, sometimes as loud as a lion, others as quiet as clouds. Slowly it leaps and soon is the center, center of attention. Sometimes it leaps quickly, and falls hard. Love can be A ballerina light on its feet and extremely elegant. Love can become attached and never leave your side, but just as it comes in, it can leave you with heartbreak.
(My poem, Bridget)
Love • Opuss № I