Prose - Love gOes By

I can't define the way love shrines it moves, even the rainbow needs the hiss of rain... I love you, like the hill up the sky. For the first time, when it burns the skin that we held, the touch that been whispered... I know. I never had the rose that I could lay to, I never had the wall that I could lean to... Its all about you. The love that goes by, I never should fear the swizz that you bring, because I know, it is you, the pluperfect camouflage...