Days to weeks
Months to years
I packed a suitcase
With myriad fears
As time goes by,
Love is cold
Changes in life
Grizzled my soul
Once again, I had enough
Losing love, vexed my heart
End my life a thousand times,
Won't stop me asking.........
Where is love?
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well expressed introspection about love...soon you may find it and if sometimes you tired looking for it it just comes and it is unpredictable..good luck...good write...10