Where is Love?

Originally published here

Show us, they said

A sad chuckle escaped my lips,

Marvelling at the wilful blindness

Like Braille, I made them feel

It’s not in the picture of her and I smiling at the camera

Nor is it in the gifts you see

Then where, they persist

A blind man’s patience for colour is thin

It’s in our hands when they intwine,

and in our eyes when we’re together, or not.

It’s in her letter and in her letters

It’s in her smile, it’s in her laughter.

Tell us more, they muttered mesmerized

A small smile adorned my face

As she walked in with the same

It’s in his words and his emotions

It’s in his kiss, or rather our’s

It’s in our hands when they intwine,

It’s in his smile, it’s in his laughter.

Spellbound and stunned, they stared

As we put the finishing touches,to our potrait of passion,together.

And that kids, I said

is where it always is.

Where what is, asked the oldest

Having missed the start

I looked into those brown eyes and

said exactly what I saw, love.