Love

I thought I'd try my hand at poetry. Enjoy.


I love mowing grass

and the purr of my cat

and the way light flows through elegant stained glass,

and the lull of crashing waves

and getting back good grades

and the sweet smell right after it rains,

and reality TV

and the optical illusion of a never ending sea

and the seemingly foreign tune sung by the first bird of spring.

I love the word love

a paradox when thought about;

it grows stronger with the things that one would think would break it down.