Love

Love is like a wisp of wind,
It catches you unawares.
It creeps into your life,
Having someone that cares.

Love is a spark,
That turns into a fire.
A burning raging arc,
That gets higher and higher.

First you see a little light,
A glow that lights your way.
It then becomes a blazing white,
Making all else just grey.

Pick a place that's really dark, I plea,
And look up to the sky.
Millions of stars you see,
Each one is a heart that died!