Thing Called Love

We're lazing in a meadow
On a lovely spring day
Beautiful butterflies fluttering around us
Landing softly where we lay.
The trees rustling behind us
As the birds sing us a song
A creek with a soft trickle
That runs so far and long.
The wind is soft and subtle
but it blows the long green grass
Above us, a bright blue sky
That melts our awe-struck hearts.
Our senses are alert
To every sight, smell and sound
But nothing is more wondrous
Than what we truly found.
I look at you and smile
You smile right back at me
Because we aren't in a meadow
We're in a thing called love, you see.

For Mum <3