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
