Love Hurts Mad Fustrated & Confused I’ve been abused badly beaten by the ways of Love Mad that Love refuses to show her face Fustrated while trying to find Love Confused with being used by Love’s own craving for connecting in the physical forgetting all that is mental Lost in the Mind by illusions of real love good love pure love consisting of trust I must find Love to heal this wounded soul Drowned with misery of being lonesome in addition to No Love to share No Love to give No Love to receive I’m just battling within while talking with the wind... I see Love everyday in the way the way the trees sway the gift of today and in every beating heart of soul I see Love and it makes me happy But inside of me? There is a blackhole ready to be filled by Love’s own intuition I petition my soul heart & mind for Love I would... if I could... But where is Love? Is she standing there in front of me? What about behind me? Is she beside me? Over me? Under me? Searching Looking Seeking for the face of Love Deep within the wind there is a sweet sweet spirit that speaks to me softly and gently while inserting Love inside of me.