Not this huge mystery waiting to be found,
Nor is it a feeling of being perpetually bound.
It is more than sonnets, songs and tunes,
And all the ballads that the Venetian gondolier croons.
A matter of the heart , or of the head,
Either way, love can leave you feeling quite dead !
Yet the magic will get you when you are least aware,
And you will find yourself asking.. do I even dare?
It can be a bitch, or a cute little dog,
It is in the heat of the moment, or in the mystery of the fog.
It will make you laugh, it sure as hell, will make you cry !
It is all about that first hello, and sometimes having to say goodbye.
A life time of memories, or that first special glance,
Heady or traumatic, love can weave quite the trance.
It is in the words, the deeds and in the silence,
It can be your very own glimpse of Divine providence.
As predictable as your every day,
Love can be routine in every which way.
Like a pair of comfy old shoes,
Love doesn’t always need a romantic muse.
Cynical or romantic, love may come your way,
Take it and keep it or give it away.
It is always special when one finds love,
But when it finds you, it is a gift from Above.