Love is any emotion you can’t explain.
Love lives between the poem and its pain.
Love makes you seek home and leave home.
Company is love. But real love is being alone.
She went out and saw couples out
In the park by the sea. To be out
In a foul mood looking for one spot
To be alone but she could not.
I went looking for her. All I saw
Were others in the hills. That’s all I saw.
Love makes you seek home and leave home.
Company is love. But real love is being alone.