English 11A: What do you think is love?

Delicate as a soft feather,

silvery dew of of the moon's tears

caressed by the light wind,

floating ever so delicately 

silently upon the moon-lit night.

It lands,

blossoming into a rose, 

and bringing all of heaven's warmth,

                                                       to one,
                                                         the rose swiftly turns 
                                                              into the silvery feather
                                                                   and blows away.
                               away
                                                away
                                                                           away.

Look! How the feather

flutters and floats,

swinging and laughing and flying

effortlessly as its previous whole.

Look! How the silver sheen


 changes
to orange as the setting sun,
to beauty, to grace, to allure
of pearls and blossoms
where all are seen as equals
to forever and eternity.
So sweetly it flies,
it brushes upon the world,
to blossom,
         bringing color,
                bringing joy,
                       bringing life, vitality, sweetness,


that dewy and rich sweetness of life,

to the world.