Where was love when I needed it?
was it lurking, 'round the bend?
my heart was wild and anxious,
wanting another- to blend.
Wanting the dream of tomorrow,
held back, by shyness and fear;
I searched around for the right one,
wondering if she was near.
I wanted love to find me,
so I could be happy and gay;
not afraid of my past and future,
hoping that she would stay.
Where was love when I slumbered?
my nights filled with distant dreams;
just when I captured my mind,
it all fell apart at the seams.
Love is an unsolved puzzle,
the pieces must fit secure;
for health of a satisfied soul,
for what it must endure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love puzzles all of us, leaving us to ask the same questions. But how can any puzzle be solved when there are pieces missing? A nicely worded poem, Dave. Thought provoking, and well written.