Is Love Ever Found
Is Love Ever Found?
So precious the cheek’s warmth that presses my hand
That no mist on morn’s meadow can help understand!
Does a sea breeze of evening feel sails push toward home?
What sky streak of bright stardust seeks marriage with loam?
Do birds grok South’s compass or fear season’s turn,
Or the bees teach their young nectar’s dance? Do we learn?
Or is Love too a gifting like leaves seek the sun?
Oh, do men find life’s meaning or is there just one?
Long Tooth
March 20, 2019
Copyright © Roof Missing | Year Posted 2019
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