I know not where I shall find love
By the foots of the steep mountain or on the plains of clove
Where the oak trees shed their green blades on the brown grass
Perchance by the deserted road where lays the heap of trash
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Beautiful love poem, well articulated and nicely brought forth in good diction with conviction. Love is a spiritual experience that affects one profoundly. It's a voyage of pure bliss which is both whimsical and temperamental - appearing unannounced and may leave without warning. An insightful piece of poetry nicely brought forth from the heart. Thanks for sharing Brian. Please read my poem POETIC MASTERPIECE.