A Person Called Love

A poem; if love was a person. 


Blossomed during the wind of early mornings
Ariving at the perfect time, the perfect moment
Soothing voice that I put on repeat,
Yearning for the day we can see each other's eyes
Inclined with the stars
Riding pegasus from polaris to sirius
Aligned with the sea
Hailing the waters, no they hail to you, your beauty.