Here is the second half of my love poems:
I think, I found it in a stranger’s eyes,
That passed me by.
I think I saw it in my father’s face,
When he looked at me.
I know I felt it in a piece of music , I heard.
I felt the muse of strings tugging at my throat.
I know I saw it in an artist’s work.
A quiver ran down my spine.
An ecstasy filled the air,
With my heart beating wild.
For a moment I felt rich and alive,
My eyes glistening with emotions,
I felt it , tasted it, wanting to behold it,
I groped at it.
I think of this as elusive, evasive, abstractive LOVE.