We all search the world for love.
A love that takes us for all that we are.
A love that sings along, a love that cries along, a love that speaks without words.
Of all the faces in the crowd, you find yourself overlooked.
Everyone else, turned away, embracing with another.
A love that laughs along, a love that yells along, a love that holds fire to its touch.
Some are lucky to find it, more find themselves losing it.
We all wonder how to hold on.
A love that mends, a love that stays, a love that sees in bright vivid colors.
But when it’s found, all that we were was all we were meant to be.
Here lies a love for exactly who we are.
A love that is personal, a love that is yours, and sees with honest eyes.
A Series of Observations 