Remember

I have wasted my time

With many things

And maybe one
Was Love. 

It's not the look

That passed her eye 

Or the light touch

Upon my hands, 

It's not the desperate 

And sweaty sex, 

Passion that burns

Like the stars above. 

The long talks

Fade away 

Spoken word vanishing 

From thought,

True emotion rises 

To the surface.

The walks along

City streets 

Become twisted 

Among vulnerability and fear 

Ourselves are hard to find. 

If only I had remembered 

That Love comes from within

And the heart is 

Stronger than the mind.