Loves Window

Love feels like it has gone far away She used to exist everywhere it seems Now she hides in fear of being used up or let down Most now, don’t even remember what she feels like I remember long ago Love used to have big bright colors lightening bugs would soar through the night sky with dancing white beams that glowed in the dark four leaf clovers would spring from green pines of grass but would ever elude being found and plucked by those wanting a taste of its Irish good luck floral beach balls and pink rubber kick balls were the center of summers delight camp fire girls adorned navy blue vests and strutted proudly holding red white and blue flags down main street on Memorial Day lazy polka dot burnt orange black lady bugs would sleep under the sun waiting to be scooped up each child hoping to find the lady with the most dots to win the game cotton candy colored May Day dances held in the public-school yard always on the hottest and sunniest day of the year each student excited about dressing up in colorful garbs from different cultures around the world Love was innocent then... Love had the best aromas too tide detergent, vanilla extract talcum powder, wonder bread sweet potato pie hot dogs on toasted rolls at the public pool Chanel #5 on Church Sundays lots of Chanel #5 Love had the most wonderful sounds the rustle of fall leaves under your feet the crunch of plastic sofa covers at grandma’s house sitting on the porch listening to night crickets on dad’s lap Maybe love is actually still here Waiting for us to love her back She has not been treated well lately I hope that she will give us all another chance And come back soon Hopefully this time She will stay