We fool ourselves into thinking that the path is one we travel.
Hurting for loves gaze to meet ours.
Truth be told, we are cobblestones polished by our experiences
and love walks among us.
Vigilant to a fault her padded foot-falls can be heard around ever corner.
Loves' search is an odyssey like no other.
We are the pray that foolishly hides and masquerades our true selves,
and love walks among us, hunting.
There is no love quite so powerful as the love that finds you as you are.
The masks we fashion confuse the issue.
Let the words we use be true to the feelings that live within us.
Only then will loves' walk truly stop at your heart.