Tino's Flowery Thoughts

They say love's a breeze, a gentle sigh, But whispers warned, a spark can set you on fire. I didn't know, until your eyes met mine, A blaze ignited, a burning desire. Love, they said, is warm, a steady flame, But the spark, it crackles, wild and untamed. My heart, it stumbles, a frantic drum, Lost in your presence, the world becomes numb. Is the spark love's kin, or a fleeting delight? So sweet, it steals my breath, takes flight. A dangerous dance, a thrilling foray, But wanting both feels selfish, a heart gone astray. One fills the soul, a love deep and true, The other ignites, a vibrant hue. They sing of finding both, a perfect blend, But what if they're scattered, a love to transcend? Love whispers forever, a constant embrace, The spark, a whirlwind, a fleeting chase. My head spins with questions, a tangled mess, Torn in two, a love I can't confess. Heart cries for solace, a steady hand, The spark, a wild dream, a foreign land. Can reason tame this fire's del

With blessings abound, a heart filled with doubt, She craves for the more, a world to route out. A whisper within, "I deserve what's unseen," But grasping at shadows, what might have been? The world a bouquet, vibrant and bright, Each bloom a desire, a tempting light. But hands can't embrace every fragrant delight, For true satisfaction lies in holding one tight. New wonders will beckon, a constant refrain, A thirst for the novel, a hunger for gain. But chasing the fleeting brings only more pain, Like chasing a high, then facing the rain. The comfort you hold, a warmth seldom known, May lose its appeal when a new seed is sown. But fleeting pleasures leave you all alone, A cycle repeated, on an empty throne. So choose with your heart, not a yearning so blind, The poison of wanting leaves nothing behind. Embrace what you have, let contentment unwind, For true happiness lies in a grateful mind.