Where Is This Thing Called Love? Poem by david lessard

where is this lhing called love?
is it hiding in the shadows?
is it luking in the mist?
who will brave it's challenge?
and surrender one soft kiss?

who will seek it's pleasures?
who will gain and who will lose?
will you become a winner?
or yesterday's discarded news?

to win, you must sacrifice your heart,
to win, you must give up your soul;
for only love can give you grace,
and make you strong and whole.

you must give of yourself and smile,
you must surrender your free will;
but you will never be alone,
when nights are cold and still.

where is this thing called love?
it's right before your eyes;
catching it is hard to do,
but you must...before it flies.