Wayne Andrew Paskell Poetry

A new love is like a blooming rose.
You must not use it or abuse it.
You tenderly love and care for it.
It’s a pretty sight, a new love is.
The feeling is refreshing, like spring.
Yes, how it’s a special thing.
Love is laughing and crying.
It’s helping by trying.
Its understanding even when you don’t.
It’s changing when you say you won’t.
Yes it’s changing the way you live and giving when you have no more to give.
Love is even changing your style.
It’s doing crazy things just to see a smile.
Love is a special gift indeed.
Its love when one gets cut and you both bleed.
Love is even the tears we make each other cry.
Love is not wondering why.

Poet: Wayne Andrew Paskell