Poem a Day – Love 2

She said write about earth shattering love, said the love isn't shattering. Its enduring, enriching and beautifying like the sunrise in the morning. I know of the love she met, manic and uncontrolled the type that poet's love were passions and full length image knowing of Leila who kissed the walls of our neighborhood. It's a memorable love but is that a love? That's good. I can't speak to that I can only speak to what I know waves crash at the shore but the further out you go the quieter the ocean gets a majestic stillness to its depth as far as the eye can see with enamored heart and captured breath