Love letter

Dear Love ,
   
              Ya dear touch is near such of real hugs

Ya open palms smooth  I’m holding on too
Ya emotions charms sooth  
I appreciate the means and taste
of sweet with great in the uniquely shaped things we face without deviate?  

How’s ya past as ah flower grasped looking hour glass  can we smile and laugh without the sadnesses?
Shall we grow and glo go no fold till old hopes show through  being  cold broke folks ?
             
                                     With Love in moments from above -Rowan