LOVE
It's just like a dove.
There's no way to know where it may fly,
Or when a love one will say, "goodbye".
It's more than the stars in the sky,
Impossibly to explain why.
It may hurt from head to toe
When a love one doesn't show.
Tears may flow for reasons unknown,
We sometimes break our own.
People seem to stray from home,
Not realizing they have no place to roam.
Looking for something they have lost,
By the time they realize
What it has cost
The one they left behind
Has become very lost.
How do they find their way back?
Sometimes with love,
Most have a knack.
Love is that unexplained type of feeling
That has a way of healing.
So why is love so hard to tame?
Maybe because love can never be named.
by Malinda Crook
