Love Can Be A Lonely Place. Poem by David Wood

When does love start?
That period when you meet
Someone then fall in love?

And all the types of whirlwind
Emotions love generates
That pass through your heart.

You think love has opened a
New magical door where you
Dreamed of a new beginning.

You long to say ‘I love you'.
But you notice that special
Fruit has already been picked.

A look of love is silently given
But cannot be acted upon.
A volcano waiting to erupt

Remains dormant. All that's
Left is the silence where life has
Killed the dreams you've dreamed.

Love can be a lonely place
Where distance is needed
To mend a wounded heart.