Bipolarwanderings

A dancing shoe, searching for its partner

One lovely lime, awaiting its cerveza

A pair of blocks bought together at the store

Wreaths at Christmas scattered around the town

Love is to be set free from it all,

dancing around the city with no reservations

or fear

Love is to be running from nothing

and, running towards everything

Love is the sweetest sound and the most beautiful note

It’s time that I’ve found love.