Love Lives Here

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Love lives in the light,
but also on the shadowed path
where solitary footprints fade

Love lives in the spring bloom,
but also on the barren branches
holding the snow

Love lives in the gentle current
that kisses your ankles on a hot day,
and also in the turbulent storm
that brings you to your knees

Love lives in the thrill of romance;
lovers laced under covers,
and also when you are alone
embracing your pillow only

It is easy to see love
on a clear day
when breath is easy
and happiness is free

But do you see it
in the clouds
when there’s no silver line?
The love that lives is there
is still the same kind

Love lives there, like a guiding star
Love lives here, wherever you are