We do wonder

often

whether the moment we glance

in the eyes of another,

if we can know real love.

~

So often the distractions of survival,

allow us to forget about that real

reality,

our lives for the sake of others.

~

We make choices for ourselves,

regardless

of the many valuable lessons,

the honorable few,

those precious moments,

when the eyes speak only love.

~

We want to believe,

we can find that energy with each waking day,

yet,

where does the moment disappear to

when most needed,

when in the throes of despair,

we suddenly need

love.

~

We might know a stronger foundation,

if in that weak sentiment,

we can foresee the future,

and rather than rely upon

impulsivity,

instead, we ask for love,

we know,

we imagine,

genuine love.