What is love 

But snow falling softly in the crisp moonlit night 

With layers of passion melting slowly into the next 

To the rains and floods that churn our hearts into uncertainty

Only to see that the heavens still pull new life from the earth in a symphony of glorious beauty

To then the fun in the summer sun 

As lovers swim naked in the waters made of their winter night's passions

The leaves begin to fall with the cooling breeze 

And love is felt in the heart through the painted mountains 

We remember that without change 

Love can easily be forgotten 

As new passion starts in the cold dark nights 

With every new layer of love 

Given through the humble heart 

Of the creator