An odd feeling indeed,Seemingly boundless compared to others that feel finite.Sadness, anger, determination, peace, joy:All of them fade out over timeTurning into something else, maybe.But love persists.It makes me appreciate all the little things that occur every day,Things that do not seem special, But bring forth the same amount of boundless love and happiness.Like when my dogs yawn and do a big stretchOr the smiles my family sends my way.I love the smell of freshly cut woodAnd the easy laughter that comes from the engineering rooms.Greetings from friends in the hallways,And the consistent presence of my teachersReady to lend a helping hand.Love is odd and takes on many shapes.
But it lasts forever.And never fades.