The Poetry In You

I know they say that love is blind and cannot find its way

Yet lovers find each others' arms on each and every day

From blushing children passing notes beyond the teacher's sight

To grownups locked in love's embrace to ease them through the night

To seniors holding hands against the endless march of time

If they can find their way to love then why oh why can't I?

Love is blind the poet says as poets often do

But I'm inclined to blindly find the poetry in you

The times I thought I'd found my love I found that I was wrong

The love I'd found was never like the love found in a song