Where Love Goes................
Do I follow
Do I place my feet in its footprints
Musing upon what I see, the feelings that comes and goes
How will I know if it is real..... a mirage,
a flight of fancy...dream
Dare to take hold, embrace it
Trace its face, its limbs Whims that makes me smile
Does it come as a surprise
Am I wise enough to see the genuine or fake
Like faux pearls or paste glass
Demure glance or tone of voice
I seem to take wing before it takes hold...tames
Why can't I see...
that love is real,
not just a game.
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