A...is love just a word to decieve

is love just a word to decieve the air

Some say that it is waiting for death
Some say that it's a waste
Some say its worth all you've got
And some say we must make haste
But if u ask me im stuck for words
The answer is hard to find
You can search and search and search some more
But its hard to find the time

Does it involve endless poems
From people long expired?
Or wanting glances across the room
Of a girl, so much admired?

Is it the ocean calmly exhaling?
Or a single falling leaf?
Does it come in all shapes and forms?
Is it a spectre theif?

Does it take away the pain
Does it add some more?
Is it hazy summer days?
Or driftwood on a shore?

Who knows not I, what it is
But we can all still guess
Until we find it nestling
In some chaotic mess

Its never where youd think it'd be
No matter where u pace
Its get u, when least expected
And youll recognise the face

Of silky skin and shadowed smiles
Stolen moments alone
With hushed talk of future plans
The seeds of love are sewn