where_love_belongs
daf
I
remember
when
I
was
15
and
love
was
a
new
experience
.
It
was
enough
to
hold
hands
and
touch
cheeks
together
as
fingers
touched
another's
tips
.
I
remember
how
comfortable
love
was
before
it
became
a
game
.
Before
all
of
the
mistrust
,
manipulation
and
lies
kicked
in
.
Before
the
object
was
to
find
sex
or
security
.
When
the
object
was
only
to
be
in
love
and
to
love
.
It's
like
catching
a
glimpse
of
something
lost
and
wonderful
more
and
more
frequently
these
days
with
you
.
As
the
insecurities
subside
and
the
issues
evolve
to
resolve
themselves
,
there
come
times
when
we
do
nothing
more
than
hold
hands
and
sit
with
our
heads
together
.
And
perhaps
you
think
because
there
isn't
a
lot
of
frantic
kissing
and
touching
on
my
part
,
that
perhaps
my
interest
has
waned.
Nothing
could
be
farther
from
the
truth
.
It's
just
nice
to
revel
in
love's
innocence
again
;
the
simplicity
of
its
generosity
.
It's
nice
to
have
you
come
out
of
the
jungle
to
sit
with
me
and
catch
our
breath
.
It's
nice
to
have
come
full
circle
to
where
love
belongs
.
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flowerock
I
love
this
,
you
put
into
words
a
feeling
I've
had
,
a
thought
I've
glimpsed
...
sometimes
just
basking
in
the
light
of
love
like
sunlight
on
seedlings
or
moonlight
on
ocean
waves
,
is
all
I
want
or
need
.
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