Love Not Being Found Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Running into the arms of another, always hoping to be
accepted unconditionally, yet being young and immature,
disables our intuition about another because hormones
and emotions are flying high.

That's where infatuation comes into being, lives fall
below realms of love, untold and unbelievable, insincere-
ity is discovered in invisible solutions, not able to be
visualized in the midst of younger generations.

Being explained and taught is the only way to learn, being
always in the center of another calamity, turmoil rising
into every equation, leaving no room for anything else.

Taking pathways finally, down empty trails of nowhere
lands, love never being found within anyone.