Where (Love is)

It’s in forgotten dusty rooms.
Or in the hovel’s murky gloom.
Found under many cobwebbed gables
Or lurking in brown-brick barns and stables
Its on the meanest city streets
Or anywhere that lovers meet
Love expresses no particular preference
Shows no bias or deference
Is attracted more to neither bright or dark
Is inclined to neither wood or park
Love does not favour cocktail bars
Nor dark skies of glistening stars
Or strolls on moonlit nights
Nor bright city lights.
Love is where our hearts collide
And mostly love is
Where you my dear reside.

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

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