A love song needs not to be understood
It is simply there for you to show love
Like the cloudlets in their drift here above
Or a singing bird in the wildness wood
A love song is like diamonds or moon drops
Each jewelry is really beautiful
Though of course the later's a mystic jewel
That from one anecdote to other hops
Everything happens through stories of love
Streets we walk or the windows we look through
With some incident at every turn
So much of nothing sometimes it's of
Taking us of course at times to renew
Give us new turning to go to and learn
Peter S. Quinn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-much-of-nothing/
