BREATHLESS
Breathless.....by Kenny G
28 October 2002
~Love~
Love is a sweet thing. Sweeter than anything.
Sweet as the jam that passes through your lips on
a piece of toast.
Sweeter then watermelon on a hot summer day.
Sweeter than the apple that simmers top of the
stove
on Thanksgiving day. Bittersweet too,
love sometimes.
Butterflies that are free, flying throughout the
day,
choosing only the most fragrant places to play.
Like people sometimes, only stay where the sweet
aroma lays.
And at the least distaste of love, some run away,
as
does the beautiful butterfly, so easily frightened.
Love is a sweet thing, capturing our hearts,
making us
warm inside, yet tearful sometimes.
Love slips away so easily, we don't know that it's
leaving us until it's gone, and can never be quite
the same.
For each love that comes into our lives, will be a
different love in most ways. A different person,
different home, different place. Something new,
for all things are new everyday. The cars passing
by, different faces in all. Different lives that
they
lead, and occasionally, we allow another
to be a part ofour lives on any given day.
And on that day when we meet a new and smiling
face,
we are reminded that there are so many
in this world in which we live, we can never be a
part of all of it. Only the very few, that we
allow in to see, the real you and me.
Thus for my friends, whomever you are, perhaps
tomorrow there will be another close to my heart.
And should today be my last day, I will have
known the beauty of this day. As the beautiful
butterfly who has slipped away.
Love, the sweet side of life.
~pamela
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