Love with the fragrance of lavender...

    Love hides its face

    in deep lavender valleys,

    awaits the unsuspecting,

    laughing, crying, struggling.

 

   Love is an endless sigh

   of ectasy and grief,

   of something born

   and something in transit.

 

   Grasp it as a lavender bouquet

   grab it, swallow it,

   Caress its possessiveness

   Purefy your greed in it.

 

  Loves flies free on windy wings,

  hovering at unknown ports of entry 

  singing, shouting, fretting, wiggling,

  weeping, whining, wanting...waiting!