A Faded Sign

What is love?

I believe because in life

In our minds

We are in a maze

A maze that leads us

In circles around our heart

That even though love is a basic element

We strive and search to understand it

We waver, wonder, and sit

Waiting for a clue

Waiting for a message

But love, in all of its simplicities

Surrounded by and

Encapsulated

By so many complexities

Is like a faded sign

In the fog

At six thirty in the morning

At the break of dawn

That we almost miss

It wants us

Posts itself strongly in our path

Yet we refuse to look

We strive to see

Sometimes we notice

With softened eyes

We can let her in