It Slipped Through My Fingers

What is love?
A bundle of roses, with one that will never die
A sweetly singing guitar
A warm blanket and two beating hearts
Hands constantly clasped
A special feeling during the summer
Smiles that never cease to crack
A beautiful written pose?
No.
It is calm and enduring
Kind and understanding
Protecting and hopeful.

Love is what never fails
What we all long for
Dream for in our nights of restless sleep
Many times we think we have it
Before it turns into sand
And quickly slips through our fingers…