We so misjudge the obvious places,
Searching after our most empty spaces,
Running straight for the prettiest faces,
Fooling ourselves in meaningless chases.

Has anyone found Love where predicted?
Fantasies to which we’re addicted?
Love’s not how the romantics predicted,
Foolish poets who end up conflicted!

Love is not the salve of those in despair,
Crying till morning for what is not there,
Trying to swipe on some profile somewhere,
They buy what’s on sale, but buyer beware.

They love too free, expecting rejection,
Just to love who made them their selection,
Love of convenience with no connection—
Love ends and begins with introspection.

Love is not something you find if you try,
Focusing on just what pleases the eye.
If Love arrives, there’s but one reason why—
You happened to meet the right passer-by.

While looking for love
I stumbled, tumbled, tripped and trembled,
Wonder where to find love,
Is it up in hill or hiding down the bills,
Where does love live?
Oh love, it is in you and me,
Love lives in everything, everywhere,

As the sun was about to lay rest,
In the ***** of his lover, the ocean
The waves offer a lullaby

The wind blows in silence
To the rustling leaves that offers a harmony
The birds flying, dancing to that tune

When the sun have reached in his lovers embrace,
The ocean was filled with joy
Glistening, sparkling with golden light

The clouds gather, the final curtain
The light was setting
And the darkness is creeping
When the sky was governed both by the two
Exploded a magnifecent scene

There she stood
Looking at the great wonder the world had offered
Her eyes marveled at the priceless image

But deep in her heart and mind and soul
All she could feel is the cold wind brushing past her,
Piercing her skin like a knife

All she could hear is silence, a proof of her being alone
A constant reminder of her loneliness

All she could taste is the bitterness of jealousy
And

All she could ask is
When will she ever find her warm sun?