When You're In Love

When you're in Love, colors come alive,
Walking to class becomes a frenzied bliss of a task,
And dragged-down pockets of cares become easy yoke.
When you're in Love, dreams and fantasies turn into silly
imaginings because Love is so much more beautiful,
so much fuller than a dream could ever hope to be.
When you're in Love, there is Life, fullness running through your veins
and suddenly your senses are heightened to capture every trace
of its lingering finger over you. And life becomes real.
Love has a Light that illuminates paths leading to mysteries
that can only be tasted with delicate enamoration.
When you're in Love, clouds of serenity blind you from the bad,
and arms strengthened by tenderness hold you suspended
above all of your fears,
and the Peace is so intoxicating that you don't even care to look down.
When you're in Love, surrendering control is easy.
Laughter is born of open hands and surprises that fill them.
When you're in Love, beauty glows from former darkness
and the past doesn't exist anymore,
only remnants and traces of the clay cut away in the molding process.
When you're in Love, every morning rushes in with Hope's parade
and rain becomes a beckoning friend.
The shadows surrender their mystery to the Sun
and suddenly, every particle of floating dust
that once haunted your weary soul
becomes a glorious decoration floating against the sky
when you're in Love.