A short poem about love

In my life, every time that I've found it,
love appears in a different way
sometimes it's right where I'm looking
other times in an fog shrouded bay

How love is is also quite varied
erotic or gentle or wild
I don't know how the next one will appear
old soul or youthful child

For me love is like chocolate
you can be happy if its not in sight
but a dinner is not quite as sumptious
as when accompanied by that wonderful bite.

Lee Trampleasure

September 2009