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.