LOVE

Its not stored in my toys yard,
..nor will you find on the tables,
chairs or on the floor misplaced,
No, because it is store in my heart.
You wont find me playing with it...
..throwing it up and down,
when bored, eating it,
,when angry, crushing it..
..when happy, forgetting it,
because is fragile and delicate..
..like a castle made of cards,
,with just a decaring touch,
it will collapse...
and so I take care of it,
..as if its an egg,
because when I breaks,
,its hard to replace,
I protect it with all I have,
..because its the greatest of all I have,
I am generous with no limits,
..because it allows me,
At times its take for granted...
,but it never gets wasted,
because it source never runs dry.
I called it my new Toy,
...because ever since,
It bring more and endless Joy..
A happiness that no one can destroy,
..because its my best troy..
Word cant describe it at its best,
,nor can action bring it at its best,
..but feeling conquers the rest..
...I love sharing my Toy,
I hate playing with it,
Because its not a game of winning and loosing,
..its a blessing shared to be shared..
My Toy is Love..

                       ⓒ2016