It Appeals

Love to whom? And love to when? Time speaks Not of its own Love spreads When someone tries to read Makes efforts And internally reports The inner bells ring Heart tunes and sing Eyes spread wide Think of future and decide But where is time? To think of danger any time When flower is before us With full blossom to trust Yes, it appeals And makes to feel Real in its essence If given a chance So love is before us by an incidence Where to souls try to meet by chance Exchange lovely feeling And open new page with inkling