Tell me what does love do when it cannot sick around? <br />Does it settle with another where its freedom can abound? <br />Does it fly around the universe looking for a home? <br />Does it hide out in the garden chatting with a gnome? <br />Can it wander through the wilderness parched and dry and torn? <br />Will it wrestle with the weary who greet its face with scorn? <br />No I think it stays within us, dormant and asleep <br />Tired of climbing up a hill that just became too steep <br />A reminder that it’s in there, still alive but small <br />A present from a past life that’s hanging on your wall <br />So the chambers of our hearts are filled with loves lost past <br />And its cavities will swell up with each breath remembered last <br />Of the loves that once abounded, safe and true and free <br />So perhaps you should stop searching and maybe then you’ll see<br /><br />Christine Davidson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/open-your-eyes-15/
