Love Is Found
In that brief moment before you wake
When you imagine your love in your arms.
In your first morning coffee
When you sense her gentle hand in yours.
At the moment you look in the mirror
When you picture her admiring eyes on you.
In your thoughts throughout the day
When you think about her and talk to yourself out loud.
On your trip home at day’s end
When all you want is her soft kisses.
Love is found when you realize
Whatever you do and wherever you are,
You are always thinking of her.
Originally written Aug 5th, 1997
From my Madrid files on the Pub Storytellers nights. Where an eclectic group of expats, troubadours, and assorted, sodden wordsmiths gathered twice a week to share a few pints, tell many tall tales, and lessen our loneliness at our favorite Irish Pub in Madrid, Spain, back in 1997-98. I kept my scribbles from these nights and the poems that grew out of the stories I told. This is the first time I’ve ever published these. I hope you enjoy them.
