Love twitters like a fresh spring bird.
Its soft, enticing song engulfs all who hear it.
It's addicting.
The feeling takes over the brain, heart, body, and soul of its unsuspecting victims.
But it's lovely,
Funny how that word can so completely describe love.
It can be annoying at times,
But completely lovely.
Or at least if it is right or meant to be.
In other words,
True love is lovely.
For instance,
Wouldn't it be lovely to always have someone to hold?
Someone to talk to and adore?
The beautiful and lovely thing is that they love and adore you in return.
That's meaningful.
That is love.
