Love
To find love
that when lost
all is gone
is man’s pursuit
we search for it
in smiling eyes
we listen for it
in the melody of laughter
we look for it
in the toss of a head
or a simple walk
we cannot say what it is
but will know
when it is found.
Copyright © Rory Galbraith | Year Posted 2024
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