Love

Will you find me love or will i find you?
I don't even know what that means.
I am a weary traveler on that road.

Some ditches can't be avoided.
And there are smokey corners
where lovers choose to hide.

But that is not love.
Love is life, and wisdom
it makes each attract another.

its a flower that grows
slowly and steadily with
the sun of admiration & affection