If you seek and hope to find

The joys of love and treasures fine

To indulge in mysteries of the mind

Love cannot be captured within their care

Or stopped short within a hunter’s snare

But found inside the eyes, so real

Intangible force, so mild, so real

Love is that spot from deep inside

Touch it and overflow the skies

Gods, golden-laden, wrote of it once

Epics, sonnets, poems of lust

A bronze Lincoln on the street

That tiny space where minds meet

Michael, love cannot be told

Unable to cure and likewise sold

It can feed men’s most vital veins

Or steel, off track, like the tracks of trains

Hard and uneasy–a King’s chair

A bronzed leaf, dying with out care

The poet loves the paper he touches

The cripple needs the use of his crutches

And we can take and we can steal

Worthless endeavors we cannot feel

A mystery–it can’t be solved

An evolution in time, never to evolve

A smile, a laugh never to come

An endless day with no setting sun

It’s those with wings and forks in between

The child from the mother who cannot be weaned

It’s touching the sky with great poetic thought

And crimes and stories of lover’s plots

To reach heights by sticky long vines

God’s chosen hand that touches man’s mind

Caressing it with love and care

Replaced with love while so ensnared

An epic to you, I will address

To sort out this thing you call a mess

It fogs your mind, but’s that’s not so

Michael, love is friendship that knots and grows

It’s life and love filled with strife

It’s two meeting from disparate lives

A man I know can write so bold

But a story of love is never told

From his lips that touch with care

From his eyes with a shadowed stare

Instead of writing of this mess

My love, my need, that is the test

I’ll stray from your confused state of mind

And speak of love, the test of time

Although the matter is quite broad

The topic, still, has been quite over trod

Not to think, the best thing, I think

And dip whole heartedly into God’s drink

That pours so divine from your mind

As you seek but never find

If you look, you will be aware

Love is here, pair by pair

The time and its march, you know what I mean

Sooted cement and valleys so clean

So, Michael, must I tell you why?

You poise your pen for such lying rhymes?

That never speak the truth you say

And wait in silence for another day