I wonder how we might all define love
With the feelings our emotions describe...

No ripples in the water
Reflecting just like glass...

Her beautiful blue eyes glow with the moon
And reflect all her universe within...

Did the sun light follow our afternoon
Or was it something that we did not plan...

Before it's too late, or an excuse you might find
It doesn't take much, to have peace of mind...

All fond memories of you I still find
Because I simply cannot let them go...

Once I would light a candle
And set it in our view...

Recipe for love
The missing ingredient...

A burning candle gentle flame
Swaying within the air...

I know our love is not perfect
If such a thing exists...

Although late at night
I don't mind the commotion...

Is love ever perfect?
Or is it often blind...