Even though the small love of the mind is soft, the sweet feelings that are suitable for dreaming are sweet feelings that happen around us at any time. It could be a look or a chuckle on a bus ride or sometimes a glimpse from the crowd at the festival grounds.
No one will tell each other or agree, but it is a toss-up of the mind a little earlier.
It can also be called a pleasant nove when you think about it later.In the corners of the mind so small,
Soft love resides, a gentle call.
Sweet feelings, fit for dreaming's grace,
Unfolding silently, around we trace.
A look, a chuckle on a bus ride,
Moments of joy, we can't hide.
Or glimpses from the crowd's embrace,
At festival grounds, where memories chase.
No words exchanged, no bonds made strong,
Yet a seed of wonder sprouts ere long.
A languid dance of thoughts that stir,
A pleasant nove, when we reflect and concur.
For who can truly speak, or who can agree,
In this realm of love's ethereal decree?
A game of minds, a tantalizing play,
A toss-up of emotions, lingering the day.
But as we ponder, and thoughts unfold,
The sweetness of those feelings, we behold.
Like whispers of a breeze, a secret's embrace,
The gentle brush of love, leaves a trace.
So let us treasure, these moments profound,
For love, in essence, knows no bound.
In the small love of the mind, a world's created,
Where sweet feelings bloom, unabated.
