Love has been missing for some time now, it's disappeared and has traveled to another place
     The touch that used to chill every bit of me has melted away as the waves in my dream played a big role-- as the crashed with great force, love is no longer here
     The presence of something missing that does not full fill this empty room has vanished into a place destined for survival
      Love's touch can no longer be felt, 
BY NO one!, at No Place!, at Not another time!, love's touch has been forgotten--
      How would any one know what love really is if all that love had to show for itself; seemed to gave just been in a dream
Love was patient, Love was kind, Love got taken up and down and all around, Love could not stay away --now Love is Dead!
     Love use to come at such in unfortunate times 
Love took the best that most held, love was no longer a feeling
      Love became an action word that brought most to exhaustion and self reliance
     Love no longer had to do with people, places or things
     Love had been slowly slipping away
When Love was being thought of, Death wanted to feel it, so it took the best out of the body and made death grow down smaller, but love could not see it--
      What has love taught us to feel?
An unimaginable feeling of being wanted, what if love no longer wanted us? Love can never stop wagging it's tail, Love has no tale to be told that probably hasn't already been told---
     Love , why do you have to come around in little pieces?
     Love, if there hasn't been wonderful memories of how we use to feel the oceans breeze touching up upon our cheeks
As we didn't smell the freshly cut grass on top of Kenneth Hahn instead
     Love, as if the sky did not shine it;s light tonight, Love , what's in the air?
My air hold sadness, A sadness that meow's and might have hair ball's stuck on it's throat
A sadness that no longer has to do with desires's of my flesh but merely desires of the mind and soul
     Love is a feeling no one can teach but it is learned by understanding one simple itch
Love isn't bought or showed in the prettiest faces, might be the opposite of what some seek and yet failed to use the five senses
    Love how can I feel you and not touch you, How can I see you and not taste you, The smell of death never smelled so pretty
      Love has to be felt, touched, tasted,seen and it must smell good, otherwise Love will have no choice but to rest in place of each one's nest
     My nest consisted of too much love that I could see---My nest consisted of love I was able to feel, My nest consisted of scent I was able to smell---My nest consisted of a love I was able to taste---If missing the very touch of you my love, I must say, It can still be felt in the air that we once shared..