Love is

Love doesn't come,
on a beautiful dove,
with wings flowing,
and that pristine white,
shining like a perfect,
blanket of sparkling snow.

This is what dreams are,
to enlighten us with our,
own desires and hopes,
to let us hold that perfect,
idea of love deep within us.
buried in our wanting hearts.

For in reality love has to be,
stronger like an eagle,
able to fight to stay in,
it's magical existence,
for it's not always easy,
to keep that love strong.