I love you, as I adore the heaven.
With its cottony clouds or clearest hue,
It speaks plainly of your sweet innocence –
thoughtful and gentle, affection so true.
I love you, as I admire the rainbow,
with its remarkable color of you.
Stubborn red, sad blue or cheery yellow –
each day with you is always fresh and new.
I love you, as breathing is essential,
without you there is nothing to live on.
No joy, but emptiness a potential.
For soul will stray, heart will turn into stone.
My little love, yet my life and my world.
A mortal love, I shall resist to hold.
© Phoenix Montoya @ August 12, 2011
'In time, they are all meant to go.'