love is a miracle

like the sun
or a flower
or a rainbow
or the sound of beautiful music

like the magic of life
it exists
and science can “explain” it
yet it’s still beyond true comprehension

a mystery
an enigma

a question that only your soul can answer

leaves on trees

if each leaf
was a moment
and each breeze
was our love

our lives would rattle in the summer
and scatter in the autumn
then finally rest at peace in the icy winter
only to rebloom again when the warmth of spring returns