Love 1.0

With water , with woods , with clay
Your Love is intent to be faraway.
In azure , In breeze , in heavens
Your love is seeking shelters .
But,
You’ve been holding your love up
To the end of prose ,
Where all the loving souls repose
As long as you were supposed to .
Now ,
Oh ! Dear , lose your hold ,
Slowly , slowly !
Your heart is tired .
Let someone, to wear it for you ;
Your dream of Love is next.
Don’t sleep in dream ,
Let someone to be your own love ,
Your love is begging to be laid to rest .