Where does love run,
in the darkest of night?
When we are all covered,
where does it hide?
And when given chase,
where might it go?
Ive never found it,
so I'm wanting to know.
Should I search for it,
or will it seek me out?
Does it even exist?
I am starting to doubt.
As it passed me by,
have I turned my head?
Do the stories all lie,
in the books I have read?
Is it only for young,
never for old?
Where does love hide?
I am wanting to know.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-does-love-hide/
