Do you find love in the unlikeliest of places or where it obviously seems to be ? Is love given like a gift , maybe a curse to bear ?
Is love in between pages of books and lines of notes to form a song or in stanzas of poems ?
And how do we find it ? Do we pray or wish on every star you see at night , maybe you come by it as you walk sidewalks and streets
Or perhaps if you look for it in faraway places amongst the mountains and the trees ? Maybe you'll find it.
Love is an enigmatic thing , it slips away just as it is within you reach , so I guess love is getting lucky , a stroke of luck bringing with it a handful of happiness.