Better Is The Love Made

Never felt it bitter.
Or ever kept to keep a grudge.
Better is the love made.
During the rain.
And long after thunder.
When Winter cold and snow melts to go.
Bringing fresh buds,
In Spring to witness grow.
Better is the love made.

Better done are the cool breezes,
Welcoming those delightful Summer nights.
Holding hands under the Moon light bright.
Touching closer to hug and kiss,
That someone special to cuddle tight.
Better is the love made.
To know what is felt feels just right.

Better during the rain.
Becoming even better after,
The change of mood and attitudes leave.
Clearing the air.
From whatever prevented,
Two in love not to freely breathe.
To know it felt and kept left believed,
Love to give and it returned received...
Is there to share.
Or may go elsewhere temporarily.

No matter the season.
Nor clouds to come to cover the Sun.
Better is the love made to make.
And it done.
Together.
No matter the weather.
With that someone special.
In a warm inviting bed.
Caring.
Shown to make known.

With nothing else left heard said to say.
To know,
So much better is the love.
If kept to stay,
Where it is and meant to be.
Forgiving to understand,
What is understood!
Made to make even better.
To forget it not for what it is!