Where is love, life's potion. . .
Magic words of the hearts devotion. . .
Silent sometimes hidden dark,
Needing only a kisses spark.

Where is love, life's river. . .
Green fields of living needing ever. . .
Clouds, and sunlight toiling weaving,
Growing spinning from dead earth's grieving.

Where is love, trees growing. . .
Lavish wood moss shades the showing. . .
Who's branches spring out reaching, needing,
To touch the one next to feel its being.

Where is my love, hidden from sight. . .
Waiting to splash out warm and bright. . .
My hearts full, bursting, tearing,
Yearning for your touch, kiss, and caring.

Where is your love, is it dark?
Needing a flame, a torch, a spark?
I've felt it burning glowing through time,
And like my own love, I know its mine.
Copyright ©2002 Ty Horveath