Where Does Love Go?

Where does Love go to die

when it finally leaves the heart?

Does it find some far off place

when those in love must part?

Does it simply whither,

dry up and blow away?

Scattered in the breezes

of some windy day?

Or does it just fade away

like shadows without the light?

Dimming in the sunset,

disappearing in the night?

Perhaps it just goes dormant,

waiting to live again.

Much like a garden flower,

Blooming every now and then.

I know not where old love goes

if indeed it goes anywhere.

But sadly I must confess,

the love we knew is there.

Paul Allen Rice