Love? Poem by Hannah Webb

Where does love come from?
Where is it found?
How can you hold it?
Like a baby, i'm still learning.
It seems like love is harder to find, than it is found.
Lovers, lovely, are all the same.
It's more complicated than math.
So, what is love?
I can feel it, but only in a distant matter.
When i smell fresh wheat bread, just like in the old days, i feel loved.
I want to feel the love
That lovers, and loved ones get.
It seems like you can only hear it.
But only in a distant range.
I want it to call my name.
But first: What is love?
How?
Where?
When?
For one moment, let me feel loved.
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