I think people are
Always
In Love
Perhaps
It’s that we
Don’t notice till we meet
The chosen Few
That we understand
Love
Is right in front of us.

A soul shall
Always
Call out for it’s
Match
The heart simply
Shuts it out
Till
The chosen Few
March into the
Path
We’ve chosen to take

Winding along time’s river
We wander amongst the fallen leaves
Waiting
Watching
Hoping
Never knowing if
Love
Should be just around the corner ...