I fear my wandering in the heart and mind
Should now finish, and come to an end.
I searched every highway and byway
To find Love, but it never showed me itself.
Is it only in books, or dreams we find it.
Who can tell us where we should look.
Is it real, can we feel it and touch it
Or is it an emotional pull.
The young when in love seem so happy
Are they projecting a mask to each other
When a wrong word or look between them
Seems to change from one mask to another.
You can't hold on to love or bind it
It's a Spirit, free as wind to blow through
In a dance of a pattern with colours
All beauty, we may act, or just view.
Work more on giving and sharing
Take romance as it's found on the way.
Have no great thoughts or expectations
Then Love will come to you and stay.
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