love

[cacian]

the love you keep
inside your hand
is like a wind
about to blow
its speed is
fast faster
then light
any minute
it might take out
flying you out
to far and wide
to places of another stare

the love you speak
inside your heart
is like a book,
with pages dense
and words immense
it's solid fence
almost intense
how you begin
to pace each
one is down
to memory willing
to try

the love you
draw with tiny flaws
is specimen
of rare and dare
expressive feelings
need a fair
an audience is always
there
ready to see you when
you are
to show off flair is
pleasure ware
charismatic
must be your heir