Methinks that love is a
complex thing, for it grows
in darkness and hides from
the light, and forms in
softening shadows that lay
across the deepening souls
of those who expected less
but received much more.
Shall we venture to the heart
of love and tread the journey
with unexpected turns in this life
lived under the sun, the clouds
and the waiting, watching moon?
I seek this love, and not seek it
at all, for it lies in reach but is
as elusive as a rainbow in a storm.
Therein lies the mystery of love:
hidden in the shadows, fleeting,
a companion and friend but not
defined—a treasure. waiting to be
found, around the corner, over the
hill or sitting snugly by the fire
in the corner of my home.