Love is an endless thing

that comes in the night

and creeps in your skin,

as it awakens your pores

and feeds you a dream

of a numbing breeze.

As your mind lays to rest

and your soul awakens,

love is an endless thing.

That caresses your skin

and comforts your heart,

it covers your back

and whispers a kiss.

Love is an endless thing

not yours or mine

but of seconds intertwined.

Love is.