Love Is A Place
There’s spring in the air
They’re sweeping the streets
Wind is a breeze
The sun becomes her, he agrees
What’s holding up her face?
Nothing but blue skies
Passage ways to windows
That don’t close
Where do you live?
Love is a place
Where are you from?
She says, “
Ask yourself, ask anyone”
What’s holding up her face?
Nothing but blue skies
Passage ways, the mind’s eye
Contemplates