none sense to an unhurried walk

What is the use to talk about Love
Knowing that winds blow and rivers streams itself
In your aloneness as stagnant are your thoughts of Love.....
 
Then your heart beats only what you can conceive,
Interpreting your mirror likes of you asking 
Are there any Love .....
 
There she is a beautiful piece of art....
Sensual soft magical to the eyes a delightful feast, 
Of pleasantry O Love

Yet something inside you cannot connect
As the dry to a cry cold feelings, 
Chills it presence upon you with only ugliness of Love

And again you wonder why life chooses you to this...Love
Like anyone else we all Judge or a better word say as we feel or what we feel about someone
Without knowing their real objective or presence in life and Love .....theirs or yours
But thats ok we must find a way to make us feel good or better ...i choose Love