Love

Sometimes it takes so long,

nowhere to go,

& nowhere to turn to.

With shattered hopes,

returning to a point,

which marks my demise.

Still unaware

& still occupied,

the web of love entangles me.

I question its identity,

& probe into its self.

It is there,

right before me,

stubborn yet humble,

it looks into my eyes,

reflecting the stirring future ahead.

I deny;

& gather my soul.

Miles ahead,

I am here taken aback

& hoping against hope.

Yet, it stayed.

I can't do it off,

as I can't with my shadow.

It was within me,

flowing & rendering a warmth.

Nowhere to go

& Nowhere to turn to,

I now look forward,

to love and to be loved.