Love in its purest form

As I write my eyes fall on a child.

She runs, teeth bearing, eyes wild.

As she tastes the wind,

I can’t help but grin,

She is love in its purest form.

She springs with pride,

Across the grass as she glides;

She hides behind the pine,

And her seeker smiles as he finds,

She is love in its purest form.

She is kind and energetic,

Caring and sympathetic,

Bright and funny,

As sweet as honey,
She is love in its purest form.