A flash of light,
a moment,
something built,
something weaved.
Something prized,
something disguised,
something cheapened,
something commercialised.
Something undefined,
something that seeks to be eternal,
something sometimes fleeting,
something perfect,
somehting that adores imperfection.
This is everything love is...
and all it will be.
Rachel Flint
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/simply-love-2/
