A Question of Love
I asked a question
Onto the night
How is it love
Has not found me today?
Alas the night did answer
My question of love
And these are the words
Onto me it did say.
If you open your eyes
And heart you will find
You have walked right by it
And left it behind.
Love does not seek
Or make an effort to find
Or even to reveal it’s self
To eyes that are blind….
Copyright © Thomas King | Year Posted 2014
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