A slightly different (punctuation-wise) take on something I wrote earlier.
~ Fireflies of Love ~
There is so much love all around us, it is not always visible, but if we look closely, we will see it, if we have patience, we will begin to catch glimpses of it here and there: little fireflies of love, dancing in the twilight…first just a handful, then a few more...until there is a myriad of them, burning brightly everywhere you turn, lighting up the darkest night.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
Check out "straight line poems" written to the latest prompt from Poetic Asides: