To one it is a summers day walk,
lilies and roses scattered on the floor,
a nightingale singing its song for all,
at least that is what i am told.
to another it is breakfast in bed,
snuggling and spooning into the night so late,
passionate kisses and skipping of hearts,
a love i have never heard of.
to some I've heard it means sweet poems,
words of Shakespeare and sometimes drawings,
romeo and Juliet and the Mona Lisa,
lavish words sand in ibitha.
i have even seen some talk to me of,
fluttering stomachs and dilating of eyes,
tingling kisses that leave your lips sore,
experienced lovers leaving you wanting to have more.
i have found many lovers and many techniques,
i have seen loves words, senses and dreams,
i have hear of romance and of love and of lust,
but i haven't yet felt this much talk of true love
