Piccola Scimmia Poems
A Concept Of Love
Frantically searching for the word, love.
Desperately wanting you to pronounce, the word love.
Forcing it into my own mind, the word love.
Convincing myself that it is true, the word love.
Why is it that we all talk about it, this word love?
Why is it that we all try to find it, this thing love?
Some elusive concept that must be,
Some kind of mind invention indeed.
I would like to think,
That you are looking for me,
With the same fervor,
As I am looking for you.
Your thoughts and image,
Always walking next to me,
As mines are walking next to you.