Poetry

Finding Love

Mar 1, 2024 · 1 min read
Finding Love

Is there a new love
like there is a first one
Something the heart seeks
despite everything

the mystery of an unfolding tale
no signs, no hints to avail
paths go winding
and scents linger on

vivid dreams
of sands and tides
in the ebb and flow
the heart abides

old and new tales,
like morning dew
each happenstance a chapter
a mosaic of emotions

reaching for the skies
tracing constellations
in the boundless heavens
our hopes align

aromas of sweet nothings
of whispers and caresses
faces she doesn't remember
blurry pictures all

perhaps the feeling is strong
with each love
It's not you, nor him,
she sees clear

Her heart's forever drawn
to love's frontier

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