A Thing Called Love By: SheridanCraneFitzgerald@hotmail.com It's like a burning fire, Really blazing bright; Crackling and sizzling, Reaching out into the night. A silky pool of water, Softly touching skin; Embracing in its waves Without sign of hesitance. A warm blanket wrapped around me, A quilt to calm the cold; Enfolding me in its arms And never letting go. The kiss of the sun Warm on my back, Such a tingly sensation To escape all the bad. The moonlight on the shore Of a beautiful beach. Laying on the sand With heaven in reach. What a rare emotion To be in experience of. How beautiful it is To be in love. BACK