Why is it that love escapes us?
Like the sand in between our hands.. Like the migrants of the war-torn land..
Between the tick and the tock... Like the birds in a flock.. Flying south when it's cold and back north when it's warm
Let us grow in between, where the flowers are in bloom and the grass is always green..
Hold me! Like you'll always see me again.. Like you'll always love me like you did then..
No.. more than you did then
No modesty no shame and no boundaries with this love.. A love that demands... that calms and that comes from above..
A time where we don't ask why? Where we do not deny? For the love that escapes us is also the love that finds us
