In the eyes of the ones
Who love
There's a spark
A magic that ignites
Blossoms into an infatuation
Because all you see is the beauty
Of the other person
To be in love
Means to be loved back
To have acceptance of
How freedom really is
To be kind and to nurture
Love is like a tree
It needs sunlight
A place to flourish
And others to guard it and
Keep it safe
To get love is always the hardest
But to accept it
Is the easiest of things
♠ ♠ ♠
I'm getting this poem published. Critics are welcome