What is love if not,
a gentle kiss and soft
fingers through my chest?
What is love if not the way,
you are dancing in the rain,
or sitting on the sandy bay?
What is love if not the sky,
every August night, dreaming
walking among cicadas’ cry?
Where is Love if not,
soft within my palm-
your hand is warm?
Where is love, where?
I feel it in the wine - sweet
in the bitterness of life!
Love is everywhere, nowhere,
easy, hard to find and feel.
Love is thing you cannot steal...
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