If you really love that flower, don’t pick it up! Innocently behold it, and you will know what it means to be in love. Passive and permanently passionate.
There is enough love on words still unspoken,
a face not caressed,
or lips left unkissed.
Love is felt, not made feel.
Love happens and those who try to cause it, bluntly fail, every time.
Let life live and someday, while you hopelessly gaze at the starry ceiling, wondering what’s still to come, Love may be, unexpectedly, about to whisper you “Goodnight”.