Where Is This Thing
Called Love


I think I feel it,
at least I want to

Expressions so far into myself
I can't escape them

If only I could find
what I feel

The music, soft and gentle
could go further

Where is the love?

It's quiet now.......
I have only me

You know love is lonesome
at times

Love is the world too
at times

And I feel so alone...
so afraid at times

There are times
I can't even cry

Then I search some more
to feel , to experience

To become not a part of love
rather the love itsself

And oh the sound of the love within
so so mellow of a tune...

If you see me in your thoughts
be gentle...
because...
it's only me

Robert H. Green
© 2004