Sometimes love is like a big cloud,
So full and willing to give of itself.
Sometimes it is like water vapour,
That evaporates while in your hand.
Sometimes life is like a tree in bloom,
Beautiful in its splendour.
Sometimes it is like a leaf,
That slowly sways its way to the ground.
Sometimes the truth is like a rock,
So big, so present and stable.
Sometimes it is like a pebble,
That slips and rolls down the slope.
Sometimes that is how you are to me,
My everything, strong and willing to love.
Sometimes, all I want to do is to read your eyes,
When you make me feel so lost and small.
Sometimes I believe in life’s seasons,
That there is spring before every winter.
Sometimes I just want to dwell in summer’s warmth,
And escape the winter’s frost.
Sometimes I think about unconditional love,
The one that is steadfast and all encompassing,
Sometimes I wish that at all times,
I could hold on to that love, for that is enough.