love like lovers do

by walterdoege

I am a lover…lovers do love…it seems strange…love is work…no seed…no harvest…however…no ego…love is like a gift, a bless…the work of love is loving…from loving, love…no thing…no property…a fragrance that remains after the date, during the date, before the date…date, farewell…perhaps next gift date…I look and say to this beautiful, lovely and young woman: ‘farewell’, and walked to the arrival room in the airport…I listen she trying to say something, she is a baby, three months years old…the rose is a toll she stand ringing…the young woman said ‘farewel, every thing is all right, good trip’…I still listen ‘we love you’…I said ‘I love you too’…and keep walking with a smile on my face